Daehyun doesn’t know how long he’s been walking for, dirty bare feet slowly walking along the barren path of his personal Hell, the vast wide open scenery flowing around him like a blur, his simple black canvas shoes held loosely in his right hand.

The sun showers unbearable heat upon barely covered shoulders, tanning already smooth olive coloured skin. He wasn’t too bothered by it, though, not caring about the fact he would be sun burnt, if he wasn’t already. He can’t feel a thing.