"The only way to do great work is to love what you do." — Steve Jobs 

Son Dae-Woong had read this quote a dozen times, but it never made sense to him. How could he love something when he didn’t even know what to do? 

At seventeen, he was expected to have his future figured out. His sister, already well on her way to becoming a successful lawyer, and his younger brother, brilliant techie and effortlessly charming, had their paths clear. But Dae-Woong? He was still floating in a sea of uncertainty. 

He had tried everything—factory work, managing a restaurant, dabbling in business ideas—but nothing ever stuck. It wasn’t that he lacked ambition, but rather, nothing had sparked that fire inside him. 

And love? That was even more elusive. Every attempt ended in failure, like a puzzle with missing pieces. 

The evening sun was low as he made his way through the busy streets of Seoul, the hum of the city surrounding him. His parents had insisted he attend career counselling, another attempt to push him toward some semblance of a future. But the more they tried to nudge him into a direction, the more lost he felt. He didn’t belong in any of those boxes they’d created for him. 

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His phone buzzed with a message from his sister: "Don’t waste time. You need to figure this out, Dae-Woong." He sighed and pocketed the phone, walking a little faster. He wasn’t sure what he was walking toward—answers, maybe. Or just another evening of hearing what he was doing wrong. 

The evening air felt cooler now, the city bustling as always, when suddenly, everything stopped. A loud screech of tyres. A flash of headlights. And before he could process what was happening, he was thrown into the air. The world turned into a blur of colours, and pain flooded his body. His heart raced as time seemed to stretch on forever until it didn’t. 

There was darkness. But not the kind of darkness that meant the end. Dae-Woong awoke with a gasp, his eyes snapping open. The sound of bustling city streets no longer filled his ears rather it was filled with cheers of joy, and he woke up, disoriented, breathing heavily. He looked around, confused. This didn’t feel like the place he’d been before. The world was brighter, somehow. His heart pounded in his chest as his gaze flicked to his hands—hands that felt different, younger.