"Please, I know we can get through this. Just put the gun down and let's talk, okay? This isn't what you want," he says, taking a step forward. The people around him have now escaped the hallway to the saftey of the outdoors. 

     "How could you of all people possibly know what I want?" he spits. The gun is shaking in his hands and there's tears streaming down his face. "I want to die!"

     "Kyungsoo no!" he screams, running towards the other. But it's too late. There's blood now pooling around the boy's head and lifeless eyes still open, watcing as Jongin falls to the ground to pick him up. "Why? Why would you do this?" he whines, his waterworks starting. "WHY?!"

     "Today is going to be a beautiful day to head out and hang with your loved ones. Enjoy the nice weather and have a great day!" the radio host says, waking Jongin up. He's heard this broadcast before. Is it just a mistake that they've made in the script? Or is this just a dream? He rubs his eyes and reaches over to check his phone. The mistake the script writes made isn't what's making his head spin, but his phone telling him that he's gone back to two weeks ago is.