That night felt unusually long.

One of the reasons was the strange man who showed up at Yigyeom’s house.

“Who… are you? You don’t seem like someone who lives here. I’m calling the police.”

Yigyeom stepped back, but Dohyun closed the distance just as quickly.

“I thought this earlier too—you’ve got good instincts. You’re still dreaming, but with that level of awareness, you could become quite the talent.”

Dohyun checked his watch and gave a chilling smile.

“Well, whatever. After dying a few more times, you’ll fully wake up.”

“…Die? Me?”

“Yeah. Living in a dream you might never wake up from—that’s frustrating, isn’t it? Don’t worry. I’ll wake you up soon.”

“What the hell are you—”

Red blood spread across the floor. It was the beginning of a night with no end in sight.