(♬)

: Tonight felt so alive, the stars twinkling in the night sky. You started to draft your very first book, a collection of poems that you did for the past few months. It was titled "Poems of the Hopeless." It felt right, finishing the book.

: As you write, you hear a melody playing through the walls that separated your unit from another's. The melody was soothing, beautiful, and it was like a perfect timing when you were finishing the draft. You could tell that the musician was skilled, the emotions of the tune you can feel through your soul.

: You wondered who the musician was, how lucky you are to be their neighbor. You decided to stop writing for a moment, and listen to the tunes.

: And then, you heard people talking, "Happy birthday, Jake, I'm glad you love your new violin." The voice of an old woman, soft and gentle, reached your ears.

: The name sounded familiar... too familiar. Jake, Jake, Jake... who could this man be? Why is the name so familiar? You couldn't think about anyone you knew who had the name Jake. Until...

: "Thank you, mum. I do love the violin." That one familiar voice. Jake Sim... Sim Jaeyun. He was your neighbor.