Lee Minho. The name of his target. The face he's created a rough drawing of and is currently staring at— he doesn't want to lose it somehow; his memory systems have been faulty these days.

Jisung stares at the picture. And then he blinks, and it's not a picture, it's a face, smiling with a warm expression and looking back at him. Not staring, looking. "Jisungie", the happy Minho face says...

And then he blinks again, and it's gone. Nothing there but his fifteen-minute charcoal sketch.

Huh. He must be glitching.