Beyond the murky sky, cracks began to form along with the sound of flickering static. In a busy downtown area of Seoul, amidst the weekend afternoon crowds, people began to flee the static in their own ways. "To the left, to the left! It's a one-way path! Move it!" Jene moved with light, bouncy steps, leaping between buildings. From the rooftop, the people looked like bean sprouts with cognitive abilities, hopping around busily. They looked tiny, as if viewed through a concave lens. Cute. Jene snapped out of her thoughts and hurried her pace. If she delayed any longer, the world would be in pain.

When Jene arrived at the site of the crack, Guest was already there. Echo, it's you again.