"Holy shit," a thin boy with a handsome face and black hair sat up from his bed, his voice filled with anxiety. His face and body were completely drenched in sweat, making it seem as if he had taken a bath with his clothes on. He was wearing light yellow clothes, which made him look like a patient. Perhaps he had been in a coma for many years.

"Just what in the world happened? I was watching my favorite director, Christopher Nolan's, latest sci-fi movie. I had waited so many years to watch this movie. Where did that big screen go, that heart-pounding BGM, and that terrifying sound? And whose room is this, and what am I doing here?"

Confused, he started muttering to himself while looking around. Just then, the sound of the door opening echoed, "krrrr."

A middle-aged woman, around 40-45 years old, entered the room. She had a tray in her hand, which seemed to hold clothes, probably to change. But as soon as she saw the thin boy sitting on the bed, she was so shocked that the tray slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a "thud."

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes as she began running out of the room, shouting, "Madam ... the young master has woken up!"

Watching all this, the thin boy looked even more confused. "Who is Master? Why did she run away after seeing me? Is there something on my face?" He muttered this to himself as he tried to get up from the bed. "Ahh, why do I feel so weak? Maybe it's the effect of being unconscious for too long." He was thinking that someone must have knocked him out and kidnapped him, and the drugs were still affecting him.

"Wow, what a futuristic room. I've only seen rooms like this in sci-fi movies with VFX, but now I'm seeing one in real life. These people must be insanely rich. But why would they kidnap me? I don't even have any enemies... Wait a minute, my girlfriend told me two days ago that she had an ex, and he's some big gangster or something. Fu*k... could that bastard have kidnapped me? I need to get out of here fast." Realizing the situation, he started to panic. Slowly, he began walking toward the door, but just then, he heard hurried footsteps approaching from outside, and the door burst open with a loud bang.

"Max, my baby!" The woman hugged the thin boy tightly, who was now apparently named Max. Shocked, Max widened his eyes and stared at the lady hugging him. "Who's Max?! And who are you, lady?! In what way do I look like a baby? I'm 45 years old, and my name is John. This can't be... is this some kind of mental hospital or drama, and this lady is mistaking me for her lost son, hugging me like I'm her child? I've seen scenes like this in movies," he thought to himself, frustrated. John didn't like being called by another name and tried to make sense of the situation.

After a moment, the woman pulled away and grabbed John's hands, saying, "My baby, do you have any idea how worried I was? You've been in a coma for five years! I took you to every top doctor, but nothing worked. So, I started praying to God every day for you to wake up. It seems my prayers finally reached Him, and you've finally come out of the coma!"

"Eh... my baby... five years... coma... prayers... now this is getting out of hand! That bastard ex of hers, I won't forgive him. Kidnapping me and putting me in some place or drama like this! Why do I feel so weak? What kind of knockout drug did they use on me that it's still affecting my body?" John now felt incredibly awkward listening to the woman's words and continued cursing his girlfriend's ex in his mind.

"Linda, quickly go and call Dr. Nelson," the lady ordered the middle-aged woman standing nearby, the same woman who had come earlier to change John's clothes.

"Yes, madam," Linda replied, and walked out with a professional maid's stride.

"Max Lie down on the bed," the lady said in a concerned voice as she grabbed Max's (whom he still believed to be John) hand and guided him back to the bed, where he sat down.

"Ahh... when will this show end... I can't take this cringy drama anymore," John thought. He was still confused and scared—confused because he felt like he was unwillingly part of some bizarre play, and scared because these people kept calling him by another name, making him wonder if they were trying to mess with him.

All these thoughts raced through his mind, but he hadn't noticed anything about his own body yet, nor was there a mirror in the room for him to check himself.

John still hadn't spoken a word, just observing the expensive room and watching the emotional display in front of him, which didn't evoke any feelings from him but clearly affected everyone else. It was also the first time he had really looked at the lady.

" Max I'm sorry...

I'm so sorry.... if I had realized this 5 years ago. Please forgive me, my son." looking at him with both worry and tears in her eyes.

"Eh... will someone finally tell me what's going on here? And who the hell is this 'Max,' and what happened five years ago?" John thought, anger bubbling inside him like a volcano.

Just then, Linda came back, accompanied by Dr. Nelson, a man around 50 years old with glasses perched on his nose. He was slightly out of breath, likely from rushing to the room.

"Dr. Nelson," the lady said as she stood up from the bed, acknowledging their arrival.

Dr. Nelson walked over to Max, took his hand, and pulled out a round, belt-like device from his pocket. He attached it to Max's wrist, which had a small monitor beeping softly. Then, Dr. Nelson pressed a green button, and a thin needle emerged from the device, piercing Max's skin. John, startled by the sudden pain, let out a quiet "Ahh..." and thought to himself:

"Holy shit, what is this... some kind of Doraemon gadget or alien technology? Are these gangster people doing experiments on me?" John stared in shock at the device, convinced these people were somehow connected to his girlfriend's ex, who he thought was a gangster.

Dr. Nelson stared at the screen of his tablet for a while and then exclaimed, "What...!? how ? Impossible!" He was shocked as he looked at the screen, which displayed normal body temperature, heart function, and other vitals. "How is this possible? After trying for five years and giving up, how did this boy suddenly recover?" Dr. Nelson thought in disbelief.

"Is Max really completely fine now?" Max's mother asked joyfully.

"Yes, madam, he's fine. With a little exercise, his body will recover to how it was before," Dr. Nelson said, looking at Max's mother. He then turned off the belt-like machine attached to Max's wrist. The needle that had pierced his skin retracted, and Dr. Nelson removed the device.

"This is definitely a dramatic show," John thought angrily to himself after seeing all of this.