Lost

They were never meant to meet.

Han Jisung is haunted-by memories he can't outrun and a self he no longer recognizes. Lee Minho is hollow, chasing the outline of a past he can't remember, afraid of what he might find when he does.

They're thrown together inside a place built to erase people like them. A place that calls itself healing, but tears them down piece by piece until nothing familiar is left.

What grows between them isn't gentle. It's hostile, bitter, magnetic. Born from pain, from fear, from the need to not be alone in the dark.

Their bond is a slow-burning disaster-violent, obsessive, impossible to define. They lie, they scream, they fight. They keep choosing each other anyway.

Because when love is the only thing that hurts less than being alone, you hold on. Even if it's killing you.

Especially then.