Looking back, school life was terribly boring for Suho. The rectangular desks, blackboards, and classrooms… The way everyone had worn the same clothing as they gathered to learn exactly the same things… That was mostly all that Suho remembered.0

The simmering boredom was torture for young Suho. He was often yawning as a student. There had been a wistful feeling in his younger heart, like he knew that there was more to life than this, that there were exciting surprises in life he had forgotten about. He had been unable to endure the ennui whenever he felt this way.2

He now found himself back at his old school, but soon, everything abruptly halted. Time itself seemed to stop, and an unbelievable scene unfolded before him. The students walking out the gate, the students playing sports, the cars in the road, the people on the sidewalk, and even the soccer ball in midair had all frozen in place. Then, a gate appeared—a round, dark hole that emerged out of nowhere...0