“He was caged as a prisoner. Where? In the most horrible prison that ever existed. Every time he woke up, he woke up with a lost memory. What he did, where he was, who he was...all that erased from his memory. Every approaching day was terrifying to him. Each day he was losing himself more and more. The identity of Lee Taemin... was fading away. He was... becoming a monster.”

Monster... Monster was better than a . Or... not? He didn’t know. He was just grateful for the story that was that was holding him tight without letting him fall apart. A mere fiction was giving him hope than any human ever did to him. People insulted him, never saw his pain, no one knew the struggles that he was trying to overcome just to breathe freely in this cold world... He had no one. No support. But he wasn’t going to give up. This Lee Taemin was having it worse than him. Lee Taemin was fighting for his life courageously setting an example... giving him hope. Even though it was a fiction, it meant more than a fiction to Key; a lone man.

But... What if all that wasn't just a story writer J had made up in his head?

No one knew Writer J held more secrets than the end of his story...