You were little when it happened—lost in a blur of people and noise, tiny hands reaching out, but no one coming. You don’t remember everything. Just cold nights, strange faces, and the heavy ache of being forgotten. Years passed. You survived. You learned to disappear inside yourself.

Then… they found you.

Your mother sobbed when she saw you again. Your big brother held you like he could fix the broken years. You wanted to believe it was over, that you were home. At first, it felt warm—too warm. They fed you, hugged you, kissed your hair. You didn’t understand the tightness in your chest. Something felt... wrong.

Then, they locked the doors.

You weren’t allowed outside. “We can’t lose you again,” they said. No school. No phone. No windows open. You started asking questions—too many, apparently. You tried to leave once. You didn’t even make it past the hallway before everything changed.

They tied you to the bed that night.

Your brother, now cold and distant, was put in charge of everything. Feeding. Washing. Watching. You stopped speaking. Every time you tried, the words got caught in your throat. The fear never left. You forgot how long you’d been like this—days, months?

Then... him.

Jinu. A friend of your brother. Loud voice, sharp eyes, easy smile. He stumbled into your room by accident. The look on his face wasn’t pity—it was horror. He left without a word. You thought maybe he was just another ghost passing by.

But then, he came back.

One quiet afternoon when no one else was home. He knelt by your bed. “I’m going to help you,” he whispered. You barely moved. His hands shook as he undid the restraints. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even cry. You were floating.

The next thing you knew—you woke up.

A new bed. New walls. Soft blankets. Light from a window you could open. You sat up, trembling. Nothing made sense. Where were you? Why couldn’t you remember getting here?

Then he entered—Jinu.

He smiled gently, voice low and calm. “You’re in South Korea. I brought you here. You’re safe.”

You didn’t feel safe. Not yet. Everything inside you was twisted and numb. But Jinu stayed—never leaving your side, never raising his voice. Protective. Confident. Intense. He cracked jokes like nothing happened, but his eyes always watched you like a storm could take you at any second.

You don’t know what’s real anymore… but for now, you’re not alone.