Her hazy consciousness drifted away as a thick white fog clouded her mind. Rachel slowly opened her eyes and found herself in an unfamiliar room. The smell of coffee and cigarettes overwhelmed her. She dreamt the same dream again.

“Ah…”

She tried to stay still like always, but a desire to move compelled her. She stood, swept the floor, cleaned the cigarette ash and coffee on the table, threw everything in the trash, and went to the front door.

Rachel turned around and looked at the dirty house that became clean again.

“Where is this place?”

She finally made out the house’s layout after cleaning all the mess. This small house only had a living room, kitchen, and bedroom.

Bedroom… 

Rachel looked around before grabbing the bedroom doorknob.

“Hoo…” 

She had no idea why she felt so nervous just opening a door. She tightly gripped the doorknob before letting go and grabbing it again. She let go in the end and couldn’t muster the courage to open it.

Rachel turned around and spotted a picture frame on the desk. She slowly approached and looked at the three people in the picture. Kim Hajin stood between a middle-aged couple. Anyone would recognize this as a family picture.

“...?”

She couldn’t help but question something strange.

Did Kim Hajin even have a family to begin with?

“!”

Rachel’s eyes shot open and a dark ceiling lay...