At The Edge Of The Border...

Seung-joon lay motionless in the hospital bed, staring up at the blank, white ceiling. The room was eerily quiet except for the sound of his shallow breathing and the electronic sounds of machines. He felt completely drained of energy, and his body ached all over. It was as if every muscle in his body had been stretched beyond its limit. His mind was in a state of chaos, stuck in a nightmare that he couldn't shake off. He had the feeling that he had failed at something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Seung-joon felt hollow and bitter, as if he had lost someone or something important. His heart was heavy with an unexplainable grief.

"Han-ah.... Where is Han-ah???...." Seung-joon attempted to rise from the bed but was stopped by a nurse who appeared by his side.

"Mr. Kim, please don't try to get up. You are still in critical condition and should not exert yourself. I'll call the doctor immediately."