Life to Jisung was like an open book full of mysteries. You solve one, but the rest remain to be buried in the underground. In fact life to him was like an unbenignant utopian, furthest to a sanguine environment. Stupid as one may say, but he preferred to linger in his thoughts more than reality. There he'd be safe, and flip his mindful of thoughts like a piece of paper, without an onus or a sound of disturbance to prevent him from doing so. Dignified to his image of society, thought he, how would things ever change? Luckily the world wasn't shown in the same way his eyes saw it alone.