Again. Every day the same thing. Beomgyu wakes up in a cold sweat, remembering the girl. Every time he sees this girl falling from the roof of the school and he can’t stop it.

Beomgyu sat in the studio and sketched a portrait.

“I dreamed about her again, that girl..”

Beomgyu’s friend looked at him.

“Maybe you should go see a psychologist?”

Beomgyu sighs.

“I don’t know..I don’t even know how to help her..she keeps dying in my dreams..”