When he opened his eyes, he subconsciously touched his head. He expected that his head would be covered in blood, but unexpectedly, his hands were clean. He saw a messy desk and clothes strewn everywhere. Junmin stood up from the floor. The small kitchen had a foul stench, and his friends were sleeping on the floor.

“It wasn’t a dream?”

He hurriedly looked at the monitor. 1988. Those four numbers entered his eyes clearly. He walked past his snoring friends and went into the bathroom. He checked his face in the mirror that had a corner broken. His eyes looked exhausted, but he was not injured. It was the him from a year ago. The loud bang that muffled his ears, the shock that followed after that, his body that flew through the air, as well as the people that looked at him with shock. That was then followed by the memory of Haejoo screaming in the rain as she looked his way.

“I’ve really returned.”

It was a shocking matter. Unless he was in a dream, he really came back from the dead.

“It’s just as that woman said.”

The woman he saw at the boundary of life and death - just like what that woman with an indescribable beauty said, he really came back to life.

“They say animals have souls….”

There was a time in his early twenties when he picked up three stray...