Simulation : 17

At seventeen, a story was written in grief.

At twenty-one, the sea nearly claims its author and the number '17' appears where skin should be unmarked.

Across the same city, someone else has been watching reality bend long before it breaks.

What begins as coincidence slowly turns into pattern.
What feels like fate begins to resemble something written.

Between unfinished manuscripts, shifting truths, and feelings neither Seokmin nor Mingyu know how to name, two lives intertwine in a story that refuses to stay on paper.

Some creations are harmless.

Some demand consequences.