I was walking on an empty platform in the City Hall subway station, Line Number 2, the Circle Line.
Why is this place so empty?
How did I get here?
I checked the time on my phone and it was close to midnight.
Already?
What happened to Haein?
The last thing I remember was entering her studio, and then suddenly I found myself in this empty subway station.
Right.
This must be a dream.
The station can't be this empty at this time. The last train should still be running. It might be less crowded, but there should be at least a few drunk students and salarymen trying to make their way home.
And it's not the first time I had dreams that felt this real. In fact, sometimes my dreams feel so real I get confused after I wake up.
