Hyunjin's brows ached from frowning and dripping sweat as he poked the squared notebook paper with his ink leaking pen. He sat with a torch in his mouth, the bunk bed only subtly moving from the go. > day 130. i think there is something out there. something human like. He glanced at the little thick glass window. Dark. It was always dark, what was he even expecting being stuck in a submarine 8km beneath sea level, and yet, he was slowly going insane because he knew there was something out there - he's seen it. And this something, has seen him too.