(POV Gi-hun) It was like being in trance: I noticed when the parachute was landing, how worried people at the shore came up to me, helping me out if the rescue-capsule, how I breathed fresh air back on the mainland. In-ho's emergency plan had succeeded: the explosion hadn't caught me and the ejection seat had brought me far enough so I could reach the cost of South Korea - In-ho's plan was genius, except that he was dead and I was alive. When the people at the shore asked me if I was hurt or if I needed something I wasn't able to talk, so they brought me to the nearest motel to rest. It were friendly people, kind people, that kind of people the world needed to become a better place. I wished In-ho had seen it. Just like Oh Il-nam In-ho had to admit that there was hope for humankind, right before his death. I stood on the motel's balcony and looked upon the ocean, processing everything that had happened during the last week. It was incredible that it was only one week - one week to change my whole life. I didn't even know if I wanted to live on...but I had to live for In-ho's sake. He sacrificed himself so I could live, it was his last gift to me. He wanted me to stay among the living to make the world a better place, because he believed in me. I felt the cool morning-breeze on my face as I watched the sunrise in the east. The first sunrise of many in a world where Hwang In-ho was dead and I was left alone. I sighed and left the balcony, I walked out of the motel towards the sea, listening to the waves. With a sigh I sat down on a rock, watching the sea turning from black to blue as the sun continued rising. "However this may end, let's remember this moment every time we'll be on the seaside in the future. Not the bad times, only this moment." Tears were running down my face as I remembered that one peaceful moment we shared, sitting on the island together, watching the sea and making a pact of not forgetting each other. How was I supposed to carry on without him? What was there left for me to live for? Deep down I knew the answer: I had to believe. Maybe I should pray to higher powers if there were any and make a request? Since I had all that I could need in material things, I didn't want to pray for myself. I just wished all fighting would cease one day so our children may see peace in the world they grow up, a world without hunger and war. And even though I had just lost the man that meant the most to me, I knew it was important to keep on believing, just like In-ho had told me to. In the end he believed in me and in the kindness people could have for each other. I was alive out of kindness, a kindness that even managed to change the Frontman. Against my will I had to smile: 'Did you expect this, Frontman? Being convinced by an ordinary player?', I thought. "Farewell, Seong Gi-hun, don't forget me. I love you." His words echoed in my head and I was shaking in tears: "Of course I won't forget you. Whoever you are, Young-il, Frontman, In-ho... I loved you. Of course I loved you and I hope you knew.", I muttered to myself, looking up to the clouds.

"I think he knew." A voice behind me almost made me jump and I turned around: "Jun-ho?" The young policeman came up to me and sat down next to me. "Out of all things I didn't expect the two of you to...bond in that way.", he said and I looked at him in confusion: "How do you know that? The island is destroyed. Did you witness the explosion?"

"I was there", Jun-ho answered, "and I know because Mi-na told me everything. It's not your fault, you know – in fact I'm happy that in the end my brother found someone worth dying for." He deeply inhaled and looked at me with a serious expression: "Gi-hun, I need to tell you something. We were there on the island, minutes before the explosion, me, Mi-na and the whole troop and we managed to get In-ho out. It's just..."

"WHAT?", I snapped, my heart suddenly racing, but Jun-ho interrupted me: "We got him out and into our helicopter but he was shot by one of the VIPs. We brought him to the nearest hospital and the doctors are doing everything in their power but his chances of survival are less than 50%. I'm sorry to tell you this since you already lost him twice... but I thought you should know."

My mind was racing and I couldn't make one more clear thought, I just heard the words coming out of my mouth: "I need to see him at once!" I grabbed Jun-ho's arm shaking him, "Where is he? Please, bring me to him now!" "Gi-hun, he hasn't been conscious ever since, the doctors put him in an artificial coma...", Jun-ho tried to calm me down, but for me it was too late for coming to my senses. However small the chance of his survival, I needed to be there.