Kim Dokja, once again, finds himself in the same classroom he sits alone to. He catches himself scribbling on his notebook with a pen in hand, scribbling his thoughts about his favourite novel: Ways of Survival.

The room was quiet, and the ambience was nice and comforting. Soft breeze making the see-through curtain window sway gently, the sky painted with orange and pink hues.

The only thing Dokja didn't notice was a person sitting next to him, silently reading his notes with a distinguishable smile on their face.

"You're─... You're here." Kim Dokja started, his voice quiet. He didn't quite understand why he said that, but all he felt was comfort near this person, as if they'd already spent alot of time together. Dokja couldn't remember them, but the person was recognisable; his heart immediately recognising that this person was important to him.