Listening to the date made him go mad. He went back to the street and headed wherever his eyes went. He went crazy.
All at once, someone grabbed his hand and pulled him to run. It was that lady who was chased around. Kim Jeong Hoon couldn't think of anything. He reflected against the lady's will and freed his hand.
He was scared. Everything was unknown for him— the road, the people, everything.
He shouted, "Who are you?"
The lady looked at him and said, "Run if you want to be alive. They are behind us."
Those words she said were uneasy. She was scared, however courageous. Suddenly there was a gunshot, and the people beside started shouting and running, it was chaos. The gunfire brought pain to Kim's ears. He covered his ears with his pump and shouted in suffering.
All of a sudden, the surrounding's sound changed, and things became quiet. He opened his eyes slowly and found himself on the hospital bed with his typewriter in front and few written pages beside it.
He didn't keep those pages there. They were fully unknown to him. To check it, he read a few lines from the first page and jumped backwards.
According to the writing font of the pages, they were written on the typewriter. He didn't write any of those, and everything that was written was the things he saw and happened in the dream, "15 December 1929."
"Did I write it while dreaming about it?" he questioned himself.
The nurse entered and said, "Sir, your ordered cup of coffee is here."
Kim Jeong Hoon looked at the nurse's eyes and asked, "I didn't order anything."
"Yes, you did… When I entered 10 mins before, you asked me to bring it to you. You also said that you can't write without a coffee smoking beside." She replied. "When you were typing on the typewriter, your speed was awesome."
Kim was shocked. He didn't do anything like that. He couldn't even type one word on the typewriter to get such compliments from her.
The nurse returned with a smile.
Kim called Mr Lee—
"Hey, I think I have a favour."
"Will you please appoint a counsellor for me. I think I need help."
The call ended on positive terms.
The next day, Kim was discharged from the hospital. Ji Hoon came to help him with the procedure and also gave him a drop.
According to Mr Lee, he fixed an appointment for Kim at 10 am, 2 hours after the discharge time. After spending one hour thirty minutes uselessly, they went straight to the counsellor's office.
The counsellor's office was located on the 7th floor of an apartment beside the Han River. The name of the counsellor was Nam Beom Seo, and it was said that he studied at one of the top universities in the world, Harvard.
The apartment was huge, and it also looked expensive. Kim Jeong Hoon took the elevator to the 7th floor and entered the office. The office was empty. It had a little historical vibe to it with yellow walls, tall doors, designer items of furniture and chandeliers as light sources in the room. It felt like a palace more than a modern office.
A voice—
"Are you here alone, Mr Kim Jeong Hoon?"
"You may enter the room."
Suddenly a door opened, and he entered the room through the door. A gentleman was waiting inside— wearing a blue designer suit, an expensive watch, and brown shoes. He was tall and handsome. His looks were more like a catalyst in increasing the gracefulness of the office. He looked like the king of the palace.
"Good morning Mr Kim. I am a big fan."
"You must be Nam Beom Seo," Kim replied with a smile. "You are handsome."
"No, not more than you. It's a pleasure to have a chance to serve you. So how may I help you, Mr Kim Jeong Hoon." Nam Beom Seo stated.