Yeonjun was on his bed, writing something in his journal. He had doodles of five men including himself playing in a barren and empty land. Those used to be his best friends they passed during that same day when Yeonjun drove them off a cliff. Since then, he often hallucinated that they were still alive and well. His doctor encouraged him to journal to keep his mind off things.

He looked up and he smiled at you. “Join us!!” he exclaimed. You were his best friend who roomed with him.