“We’re all the same, no difference.”

That's what you wrote down in your journal before driving downtown. This world always felt fake yet that's how everyone played with you.

Driving down at your own pace; the whole world was a dystopian society everyone lived within. Torn down, broken, and dirty. Some people look at you in their all-black clothing as if you were the odd one, not ‘a true man.’ Then, out of nowhere, a male with short-length black hair, a fuzzy black jacket, and black sunglasses approached your vintage car and knocked on the window. Rolling down the window, the man pulled you out through the window forcefully! He was very rough! He then made you stand up near your bright red vintage car by gripping the collar of your shirt. He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head, then scoffed in your face. Soon enough, you realized it was Felix, your best friend, who was very possessive and demanding.

“Han f!cking Jisung. Where were you?”

Felix snapped a finger at you. You felt like he was being serious, yet not all serious simultaneously.