Something strange. Minho is your ex-friend who disappeared two years ago, the loss was a knife in your back, but even with this knife you moved on. An ordinary New Year that you forgot to celebrate, or maybe there was no one to celebrate this unfortunate New Year with? It’s one o’clock in the morning, you wake up from damn fireworks and the screams of people outside the window, which can be heard up to your 10th floor. OK. Maybe it's worth playing? You sit on the floor, taking out the console and starting to play. A message arrives on your phone.

Anonymous. —Happy New Year, you look great as always.

Always? Who the hell is this?

—who are you?

Anonymous. —I didn’t recognize my beloved friend, huh?

You felt hot breath on your neck. Minho?