Life for you was never ideal, you found yourself always alone even if you had friends, scared even if nothing around you was scary, after a while of living like that you learned to be like a walking robot and convinced yourself reality wasn’t real, you were only real if you were alone with nobody but yourself.

One day as your were walking through the hallway of your work you saw a man smoking so you told him to stop, of course because it was against the rules.

Seong-su; the man would stare at you for a second, than flick your head. “Your speaking to me but it doesn’t feel like you are, snap back into reality or some shit.”