In the middle of the night at a certain hospital in Seoul, you could hear distinct noises produced by the medical staffs. There, a blonde-haired, blood-covered highschool boy lies unconsciously on the bed.

There were two nurses and three assistants were bringing him towards the emergency room. By the unconscious boy’s side, his mother was running along with the bed’s wheel, crying. Two other blonde-haired boys were following them, one older and one younger, worry can be easily recognized on their faces.

As they reached the emergency room, they hurriedly opened the doors and the sign above the door lightened up, bright red in color. The boy’s mother and friends has to stay out of the room and wait until the operation is done.

Inside the room, one could easily hear the heart monitor beating at a moderate speed. Shallow breathing, droplets of water were trickling down their foreheads, blood-stained white gloves – these were the few things that can be observed. After almost half an hour, the heart monitor suddenly changed its pace, gradually becoming faster and faster, making the people in the room panicked.

“Nurse Kim, grab the defibrillator!” the doctor ordered in panic. The said nurse immediately grabbed the object and handed it to the doctor. “CLEAR!!!” the doctor said and pressed the defibrillator onto the injured boy’s chest, making his almost body react because of the electricity that has flown throughout his veins.

“CLEAR!!!” the doctor tried again, but nothing happened. He looked at the monitor and saw that it was almost becoming a straight line.

“CLEAR!!!”