Lee Ha-neul is laying tiredly on his couch, blood slipping through various wounds on his chest from who knows what as he stared at lazily at the tv. On the coffee table laid a glass of beer and a bowl of uneaten cereal which turned out to have expired milk inside of it. There was also a book, a book that was all too familiar to him.

Glancing out of the window, he saw leaves falling and dead leaves scattered on the street in front of his house. He took a drag from his cigarette before putting it out in his ash tray and standing up. He picked up the book, the book you always said you saw yourself in. He took the lighter out of his pocket and lit the book on fire, he watched it burn, the fire gleaming in his eyes.

His house was a mess, it had broken glass, ashes, holes in the walls, clothes everywhere, things half burnt- everything was just a heaping mess- he placed the burning book in the ash tray and picked up his phone. Unlocking it and pressing on your contact, he quickly grabbed his glass and chugged the rest of his beef before dropping it on the floor.

Quickly, he pressed on the call button, it rang for a while before he heard something he had honestly expected, 'Please leave a message at the tone.' He let out a drunken grunt before speaking, "You spin me all around and then you ask me not to spin.." He muttered before suddenly yelling, "You wanna be with me, you wanna be with him!."

He quickly hung up, ending the voicemail before throwing his phone down on the coffee table. He stood there for a moment before collapsing on the floor due to his bleeding chest, all of a sudden, his phone began to ring. The screen lighting up, showing your collar I.D. and making the bloodied finger print that was left on the screen more noticeable.