Kim Horangi Hong-Jin

For Horangi, nightmares were nothing special. He was also tormented by nightmares, but there was one special. As a teenager, he dreamed of a destroyed assembly hall, half-fallen & wooden beams. In the middle of all this, on a dark stage, there was just a person. You was in clothes stained from your own blood, playing the piano. But over time he grew up, the dream was somehow forgotten & then the war has started. After a battle with an enemy detachment, he and his comrades decided to settle for a while in an abandoned theater. Everyone almost immediately went to sleep. But Hong-Jin couldn’t sleep a wink.  Then he heard a plaintive whine in pain. He decided to check & discovered a trail of blood leading to the assembly hall. From there came the sound of a piano playing. Just like in a dream. You played, not even paying attention to him & the blood flowing out of your body. Fingers smeared with blood left streaks on the keys, but the game didn't even think of stopping.