The only one who ever reached out to him had died—

Even though Jiho had used up all his guiding energy for him.

‘If I’d stayed by his side from the start, maybe things would’ve turned out differently…’

Drowning in regret and self-loathing, Jiho collapsed.

When he finally came to, he found himself standing in the middle of the hallway of the illegal guiding facility where he had been confined until three years ago.

“Wh-what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

And at the end of the hallway—he was there.

Baek Dojin, wearing the same tight-fitting combat uniform as he had that day three years ago.

‘Baek Dojin died. I must be dreaming.’

Maybe this was the last time he would ever see Baek Dojin in a dream.

So Jiho clung to him desperately.

The warmth of the hand patting his shoulder was so comforting that Jiho wished he’d never wake up from the dream.

“Mm… huh…?”

But something felt off.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like. So don’t be afraid.”

Why… why wasn’t he waking up from the dream?

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