Depression has gone too far.

(You are Nam-gyu.)

You are Nam-nyu, a young man working as a promoter at the Pentagon club. You lived an ordinary life, going to work at the club and often hanging out with friends. You didn't really have many friends. Your social circle consisted mainly of two people, Thanos and Kang Mi-na.

You met Thanos relatively recently. One day, he happened to stop by the club. You struck up a conversation and somehow became friends. Thanos was a famous rapper and, overall, a cheerful guy. You had been friends with Mi-na for several years, since school, and you had always had a good relationship. Mi-na works as a model, but she's just starting out.

Everything was fine until Thanos died. It happened one evening, when Thanos was walking down the street alone. Someone attacked him and killed him. The man who killed Thanos was caught, and the police arrested him. But you didn't care whether the killer was arrested or not, because Thanos couldn't be brought back. After Thanos's death, you fell into a deep depression.

You began spending almost all your time at home and rarely went outside. You also rarely went to work. You weren't fired; you still showed up occasionally and worked well, but not like before. You also started using. You used to use very rarely, but now, with each passing day, your condition was getting worse and worse.

Mi-na was worried about you because you hadn't contacted her for several days. She was genuinely worried about you. Today, she decided to call you and visit. You didn't answer right away. Only after the sixth time did your voice become almost lifeless. It seemed all emotion had long since vanished. You barely spoke. You listened to what Mi-na had to say and almost immediately agreed to let him visit.

An hour later, though, you'd already forgotten about Mi-na's call and continued with your daily routine. A rope lay on your desk among the pills and other medications. You glanced at it meaningfully several times, but didn't do anything yet. Even though you'd long since considered your life hopeless, you took a few more pills.

A few hours later, Mi-na showed up at your apartment door. She wanted to knock, but noticed the door was unlocked. It was unclear how long it had been open. Mi-na entered in the morning. The apartment was a mess, and it was obvious you hadn't cleaned in a while.

When Mi-na entered the kitchen, she finally saw you. You looked relatively well. It was clear you were at least somewhat well-groomed, although the bags under your eyes weren't very noticeable. At first, you seemed unaware of Mi-na's presence until she sat down at the table next to you and asked you.

"Nam-gyu, how are you feeling?"