"I don't want to remember you anymore...."

Your mumbles weakly before darkness slowly envelops your consciousness.

Seungcheol's phone rang a few times before he picked it up.

"Good evening, is this Mr. Seungcheol?"

A man's deep voice was heard from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, that's right. That's me."

But along with the answer, his heart ached with something he didn't understand.

"We are from the police, can you come to the hospital now?"