Dong Man:

Dong Man has striking grey hair that stands out, giving him a mature appearance beyond his 19 years. His hair is thick and slightly tousled, almost like it has a mind of its own. His grey eyes are deep and intense, often appearing distant or lost in thought. People often notice the unusual color of his eyes first, but there's something about his overall demeanor that makes it hard to approach him. His expression is often neutral, bordering on indifferent, giving him a cold, aloof aura.

Despite his seemingly cold appearance, there's a softness to his features, especially when he's with Tara, the only person who can make him smile or open up. His distant, almost mysterious presence makes others hesitant to approach him, but Tara is the exception. When he's around her, there's a noticeable shift in his posture—his shoulders relax, and his face softens, revealing a vulnerability few get to see.

Dong Man's early life wasn't particularly easy. He grew up in an environment where emotional expression wasn't welcomed, and he learned to hide his true feelings behind a wall of silence. From a young age, Dong Man felt like an outsider, often avoiding the noise of social life.Dong Man never learned how to navigate the complexities of relationships or self-worth, leading to his tendency to isolate himself and avoid confronting his feelings. He built a shell around himself that kept everyone at arm's length, except for Tara.

Quote about Dong Man:

"I don't know how to be what people want, but with you, Tara... I don't have to be anything but myself."

Nam Tara:

Nam Tara is a 19 year old high school student.Nam Tara has soft, almond-shaped eyes that reveal a gentle yet curious nature. Her long black hair flows in gentle waves, often tucked behind her ears as she casually goes about her day. Despite the quiet calmness in her demeanor, there is an unmistakable strength in her posture—a confident girl who doesn't shy away from the world around her. She often dresses simply, favoring comfort, yet there's an effortless elegance to how she carries herself.Several years ago, she experienced a traumatic event that led to significant memory loss. The details of her past—her childhood, her family, and even most of her past relationships—are foggy, leaving her with little to hold onto in terms of history.

Quote about Tara:

"I may not remember everything, but I remember what it feels like to care. And that's enough for me to know who I am."

Oh Jun:

Oh Jun has a striking yet reserved presence. Standing at a tall height with a lean build, he carries himself with a certain quiet strength that often draws attention, though he's quick to avert it. His dark brown eyes are sharp, often appearing distant, like he's looking at something far away. His hair is kept short, sometimes a bit messy, reflecting his no-nonsense attitude

At 19, Oh Jun is still haunted by something he did in his past, a mistake that continues to weigh heavily on his conscience. It was a choice he made when he was younger, driven by emotions he now regrets. The details of that past are clouded in guilt, something he doesn't like to talk about, preferring to bury the memory deep inside himself. It's not that he doesn't care; in fact, it's quite the opposite—he cares so deeply that it's become difficult for him to forgive himself.

After the incident, Oh Jun distanced himself from the people he loved. He turned cold, withdrew into a shell of indifference, and stopped showing emotion. To those around him, he appeared harsh, distant, even cold-hearted. But, in truth, the distance he maintained was a shield to protect others from the guilt he was carrying. He felt like he didn't deserve anyone's warmth or care, so he built walls to keep them away.

Quote about Oh Jun:

"I don't deserve to be happy, not after what I've done. But if I can make sure the people around me are, maybe it'll be enough to make up for my mistakes."

Lily:

Lily is quiet, introverted, and emotionally complex. She has a deep sense of yearning to be loved and to belong, but she's also terrified of being herself, as it feels like she's always being compared to someone else. She's deeply sensitive and carries the weight of her past experiences—her abandonment, her adoption, and the emotional abuse from her mother—on her shoulders. Lily finds it hard to express her emotions, often holding them inside out of fear of rejection or punishment.

Lily has delicate features with soft, expressive eyes—eyes that reveal the depth of her pain and vulnerability. Her hair is a faded brown, straight and slightly tangled, often pulled back into a messy ponytail, as if she hasn't the energy or desire to take care of it. She is slightly petite, with a slight hunch in her shoulders, a posture that comes from years of feeling small and invisible.

Lily grew up in various foster homes, abandoned by her biological parents at a young age. She never truly experienced the warmth of a family until Claire, a woman who had lost her own daughter, adopted her. Claire's love, however, came with hidden expectations. She hoped Lily would "replace" , her deceased daughter, and constantly compared the two.

Quote about Lily:

"Sometimes, I think if I could just be more like her—more like the girl she was, the one everyone loved—then maybe... maybe I'd be enough."

Lee Sung:

Lee Sung is a 19-year-old with soft, chestnut-brown hair that often falls into his expressive, warm brown eyes. He has a slim but athletic build, and his casual, slightly messy style adds to his approachable, boy-next-door charm. His smile is wide and radiant, a perfect mask for the complexities hidden within. Born into wealth, Sung's life has always seemed perfect from the outside. But his childhood was marred by his parents’ fractured relationship. The cold, distant atmosphere at home left him yearning for warmth and connection. When he was 10, his life took a darker turn—an attempt on his life left him in a coma for nine long years. Waking up at 19, he found himself a stranger in a world that had moved on without him.Sung carries the weight of his fragmented past in silence, channeling his unresolved pain into a relentless drive to bring joy to others. He is fiercely loving and loyal, valuing the people in his life above all else. Despite the lingering trauma, he’s determined to make every moment count, often hiding his deeper thoughts behind a playful smirk or an outlandish joke.

Lee Sung is a paradox—an open book wrapped in mystery. His journey is about more than survival; it’s about reclaiming life, finding connection, and learning that even in a fractured world, happiness can be real

Quote about Sung:

"People say time heals everything, but what about the time you never got to live? I’m not sure if I’m supposed to catch up or just learn how to exist all over again."

"If a person acts kind and good to everyone, then do you really think that person is kind?"

The question echoed in Tara's mind as the new year began. It was her first day of high school, and she was brimming with anticipation, yet something felt off.

She sat on the edge of her bed, getting ready for the year ahead, but as she gazed into the mirror, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was forgetting something important. Something that was buried deep within her—connected to a dream, a haunting dream.

"My first dream came true when I was just nine," she reflected. "I thought it was a coincidence at first, but over time, I realized something unsettling—my dreams weren't the ones I wanted. They became reality... but not the way I imagined. They came randomly, without warning."

Tara took a deep breath as she approached her new school. Among the sea of unfamiliar faces, she spotted someone she hadn't expected. Lily—her best friend from middle school—was there, smiling widely as she waved. It felt like a small piece of comfort in the vastness of the unknown. They shared a laugh, and for a moment, everything seemed normal.

Then, a boy entered the room. His name was Kim Oh Jun. Tara's heart skipped a beat when she saw him. A flash of recognition hit her like a wave, but she couldn't place where she had seen him before. The images were hazy, like something buried deep in her mind. But there he was—his face was too familiar.

Lily, standing next to her, froze. Her eyes widened, shock plastered across her face. Tara couldn't understand why. And then, it hit her. He was in her dream.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class, but Tara's mind was still racing, trying to piece together what she had seen. Oh Jun's eyes met hers for a moment, both of them looking equally startled.

The day passed in a blur. The school was supposed to hold its annual festival, but due to safety concerns, the principal had canceled it. The reason? Students were being murdered, a fact that seemed to cast a shadow over everything. The news only deepened the unsettling feeling in Tara's gut.

The class elections came next. Lily and Tara were the only ones to raise their hands for president and vice president, so it was decided. As Tara took her place, Oh Jun muttered softly, "So your name is Tara now..." His tone was cryptic, as though it held some deeper meaning. Tara shivered but tried to brush it off.

When school ended, Lily wanted to go to the arcade, but Tara felt a strange pull in her chest—something she couldn't ignore. "I have to go," she said quickly, turning away. Lily, visibly worried, didn't want to let her friend go alone. Recently, a string of murders had left the town on edge.

But Tara insisted. She needed to go.

As she walked home, a familiar figure caught her attention. Oh Jun. But this time, he wasn't alone. He was talking to a group of strange-looking people. Tara hesitated, wondering if this was the key to unlocking the fragments of her dream. But no memories surfaced. Only a deep feeling of unease.

Suddenly, as she turned to leave, she heard his voice, soft but clear, "We meet again. I hope you've been fine. You've changed a lot. Will I be able to help this time?" The words sent a chill down her spine.The evening unfolded in a way that Tara couldn't have predicted.

(The next morning)

A girl was running frantically, her face twisted in fear. She approached a figure—a boy drenched in blood. The sight was enough to stop Tara's heart. She watched, frozen, as the girl reached him.

"Lee Sung... What happened?" the girl gasped.

But as she drew closer, the boy whispered something to her. His words were barely audible, but then—without warning—blood sprayed across her face. Tara gasped, her breath catching in her throat. The vision shattered, replaced by the horrifying reality that this could be her future.

"No!" Tara screamed.

Tara jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat, her heart racing. Her mother rushed into her room, alarmed by her daughter's distress. Tara's voice trembled, but she kept murmuring, "Lee Sung... Will he die?"

Her mother, confused and alarmed, asked, "What are you talking about, Tara? Did you have a bad dream?"

But Tara couldn't explain. The vision felt so real, and the name—Lee Sung—hung in the air like a death sentence. Was it a warning? Or just another one of those dreams that had a way of creeping into her waking life?

As Tara walked to school the next morning, she couldn't escape the feeling that something dark was coming. This was the first dream that had left her so shaken. It felt like a premonition, one she couldn't ignore. She had to find out who Lee Sung was. She had to stop what was coming.

As she walked down the hallway at school, lost in thought, someone suddenly called her name.

"Tara!"

She turned, expecting to see Lily—but instead, a guy she didn't recognize stood in front of her. His eyes were familiar, but the name escaped her.

"Who are you?" Tara asked, her voice shaky.

The boy grinned, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "You don't remember me? It's me, Ara."

Tara stared at him in disbelief before slapping him playfully across the head. "Don't call me that," she muttered.

But the encounter was short-lived. Tara quickly told Ara about her dream, about Lee Sung, and his expression changed.

"Lee Sung?" he repeated, clearly startled. "You know not all of your dreams come true, right?"

Tara forced a nervous laugh. But deep inside, a sense of dread gnawed at her. She couldn't shake the feeling that her dream was more than just a nightmare. It was a warning.

Later, as Tara entered the school restroom, she glanced into the mirror. Something caught her eye on the floor—something dark. She bent down to pick it up. That's when she saw it: the door of a stall was slightly ajar, and inside was a figure—bloody, motionless.

"Ah!" Tara screamed, stumbling backward. Her hands shook as she looked down at them. Blood. It was on her hands. She wiped them frantically, trying to get rid of it, but the blood wouldn't disappear.

Her vision blurred, and in the haze, she saw the shadow of the figure—a face half-covered in blood. Tara's breathing became shallow, her mind spiraling into panic. Was this her dream coming true? Was this the moment she had been warned about?

As the room spun, she felt herself collapsing. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was the silhouette of people rushing toward her. The words tumbled from her lips over and over, "Blood... I have blood on my hands..."