Before Lewis woke up, he dreamed of his old life in Korea as Siyoon Park.
The memories unfolded slowly, vivid enough to make him feel as though he had truly returned there again.
He saw himself waking up in the same cramped apartment with cold floors and dim walls that never once felt comforting.
Morning always came too quickly. No matter how exhausted he was, he still had to force himself out of bed, put on neatly pressed office clothes and drag his tired body to work because there was no other choice.
Every day repeated itself endlessly.
Crowded trains filled with strangers, long office hours, fake smiles and endless apologies.
Siyoon spent his days pleasing people who barely acknowledged him as a person. He lowered his head to unreasonable clients, laughed at jokes he did not find funny and swallowed every bit of frustration because he needed that job to survive.
