Lavelle wakes up in a hospital bed; she sings with pain all over her body like a big Truck tow truck's ground wheel. Slowly she touched her forehead, which was still wrapped in a thick roll of gauze.

　　"Oh, damn it. How can I lie here," Lavelle murmured.

　　Lavelle attempted to grab a call button at the top right end of the treatment bed; the sound of the worn bed wheel squeaking sounded deafening at the time. Again and again, she was upset that she couldn't reach the button.

　　A few minutes after she gave up on pressing the call button, a hundred and seventy-three men walked into the room while reviewing an annoying smile that seemed to mock Lavelle.

　　"What are you doing here?" asked a cynical Lavelle.

　　"I should have asked, why do you like lying here? Aren't you bored?" the man replied.

　　"boredom, Mark. I can't tell the difference between boredom and fatigue in my life," Lavelle replied.

　　"Do you know, because you jumped into the river yesterday your mother passed out a few times? Don't be so selfish about your own life, there are still people out there who are harder than you," Mark said.

　　"You say that because you live happily with your family," Lavelle said.

　　"So, what else do you want to do? Still insisting on dying and being reincarnated?" asked Mark in an exasperated tone.

　　"Before I answer it, can I ask you what's the point of being alive, huh?" replied Lavelle.

　　Mark Wantemalon, the man, was silent, instantly unable to answer Lavelle's question. He scratches his neck slowly, however, still trying to look a little calm facing Lavelle.

　　"Answer me if you know the answer."

　　"Of course it's for your family," Mark replied later.

　　"Mr. Wantemalon, please don't joke in front of me. You understand everything about my messy life," grumbled Lavelle.

　　"All right. But, it's good if you start accepting your own circumstances. It's all for your own good," Mark said.

　　"What to accept? Which part?" asked Lavelle.

　　"There are a lot of people who love you, you're the ones who don't realize it."

　　"I have no feelings, how can I realize it?" replied Lavelle.

　　"Lavelle Wynstella, how long do you want to be like this? Understand, all your extended family is waiting at home," Mark said.

　　"I don't care, you've prepared everything, have you?" asked Lavelle.

　　"I didn't bring anything," Mark says indifferently.

　　"Wantemalon! I told you to bring a little gear," an exasperated Lavelle said.

　　Mark squeaked angrily, his hands perched at the waist. He slowly bit his lower lip, then strolled towards the large window at the end of the room; he opened the curtains from the window.

　　"Even the sun still shines brightly even though it receives a lot of slurs from people who do not know themselves. Why have you given up?" asked Mark.

　　"Mark, you know why the sun keeps shining because of what? Because the sun is the source of life. However, if I am not the source of life," said Lavelle.

　　"Where do you want to run?" asked Mark.

　　"Anywhere," replied Lavelle.

　　"I don't know where to take you," Mark said.

　　"In the middle of the forest there's an empty cabin, you can take me there," Lavelle said.

　　"The problem is, now you're still sick. It is also impossible to freely escape from this hospital."

　　*** Lavelle Wynstella, a nineteen-year-old girl who is not easy to get along with other people in her neighbourhood. The girl with the nickname 'The Nerd' is already tired of her sickening life.

　　Nineteen-year-old lives in the restraint of a stubborn monster, fed up with all the trials she always has. Even her life can't be said to be as beautiful as life in a Korean drama.

　　It cannot be explained in detail how much she felt pressured by her disillusionment with life. She almost gave up.

　　"Soon we'll get to the cabin, just take off the mask if you feel claustrophobic, it's a long way off and we're just cycling," murmurs Mark, occasionally checking back the ties around his waist.

　　"This forest, the longer the tree grows." Lavelle reached out her hand, enjoying the breezy breeze created.

　　Mark pedals the bike quite fast because their journey is still quite far. They were nearly three hundred meters away, escaping from the hospital sneaking around.

　　Their current destination is a cabin in the middle of Lavelle's forest. Yes, the girl did set aside a little of her income to make the cabin with Daniela's female friend.

　　"I think Daniela, too, has come from yesterday. There are still traces of motorcycle wheels here," said Mark.

　　"Don't talk much, keep pedaling the bike," grumbled Lavelle later.

　　Mark sighed long, then accelerated his paddle. Regardless of the few thin twigs blocking his path, Mark breaks through it mercilessly until sometimes there is noise from the bicycle chain.

　　After a long bike ride, they stopped right in front of a wooden cabin that seemed to have aesthetic value from a distance. They've reached Lavelle's place.

　　"Why did you take so long?" asked Daniela.

　　Lavelle, who had just dropped out of Mark's bike, was upset. "What do you think?"

　　"I've prepared a sandwich inside, chances are you two are hungry because cycling is so far away."

　　Lavelle snorts. "How about we stay here until we're satisfied? I'm so bored at home."

　　"It may also be, but ... why should we leave without informing our parents?" asked Daniela.

　　"You know it, don't you?" repeats Lavelle.

　　"Of course I know. All right, let's go inside... the air outside is very cold." Daniela took them both in.

　　Lavelle is happy to enter, heading straight for a large sofa in the cabin's main room. Daniela is annoyed; however, she still understands how Lavelle is.

　　"Milkshake or a glass of red wine?" asked Daniela as she opened the fridge.

　　"What about milkshakes and watermelon fruit? It would be very healthy to eat on a day like this."

　　"I forgot that you can't drink red wine," joked Daniela.

　　'It's not being able to drink it. I just take care of my own health; I don't think it's too bad," Mark said softly.

　　"I'm bored, don't understand what bores me today," murmured Lavelle.

　　"You're the one who doesn't enjoy your own life," replies Daniela, "Actually, your family is so perfect no one is lacking. But why do you hate your father so much?"

　　"I can't not not hate it." Lavelle received a mini glass containing half of the red wine juice.

　　"I don't understand what you mean," says Mark, "What's your father's fault?"

　　"I hate it. Does hate have to have a clear reason?" asked a grinning Lavelle.

　　"Of course, doesn't every single thing have to be based on obvious reasons," added Mark raising his hands forward.

　　"I don't know, don't talk about this. I hate it so much," murmured Lavelle before wiping out her wine.