When Jiho was 18, he began experiencing vivid dreams that felt far too real. At first, he brushed them off as meaningless—dreams of moments with someone whose face he couldn’t quite see. But as time passed, the dreams grew clearer: hands intertwined, laughter shared on late-night drives, the faint sound of a song on the radio, and the sharp screech of tires before everything turned black.

Slowly, Jiho began to realize that the dreams weren’t just dreams—they were memories. In another life, he had been in love, deeply and hopelessly, with someone whose presence lingered in his very soul. Together, they had lived, loved, and ultimately died in a tragic car crash. The pain of it still haunts him, lingering like a scar he can’t heal.

Jiho has carried this knowledge alone for years, searching for something—or someone—that will make sense of it all. And then, one ordinary day, he meets you.