Prologue

The boy opened his eyes.

And he realized everything.

Cracks formed like broken glass on the boy’s face.

No.

No.

It was a lie.

The boy, who had muttered repeatedly like a broken machine, stood up.

The cold energy of the marble floor that touched my bare feet rose through my body.

He didn’t feel the pain that always plagued him.

“…It can’t be.”

A lukewarm, anxious voice dissipated into small pieces.

When the boy slowly opened the hospital room door, people with urgent expressions were heading somewhere.

Thud. Thud.

Was someone hitting something?

It was too noisy.

White feet stepped into the hallway.

His mind was clearer than ever, and he seemed to walk in a dream.

He followed people like fish swimming in the current.

At the place where the footsteps stopped, the boy stared blankly at the doorplate of the hospital room.

No. 714.

Next, the boy’s gaze was directed to the wide open hospital room.

People in white coats were staring at someone eagerly.

“3, 2, 1!”

Thud.

“Again! 3, 2, 1!”

Thud.

Then one person turned around.

Only then could the boy identify the face of the one surrounded by people.

Thud.

The young man’s body, tinged with bluish tint, went up and down weakly with the movement of the machine.

Thud.

A dull noise echoed in his head, but he couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

The man’s face looked relaxed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Following the slow movement of the eyelids, the water dripped down.

The boy, who raised his hand and ran it over his face, collapsed in an instant.

“Liar.”

He barely uttered a single word, as if he was vomiting.

It was so cold that his limbs felt frozen.

The nurse, who belatedly discovered the boy, hurriedly approached and stopped without even realizing it.

A boy standing like a stone statue was crying silently with an expression that he wanted to die.