Not dead, not missing, no one knows where Yuche went. Everyone calmly accepted this fact as if they knew something had happened a long time ago.
"I didn't forget about him and neither did you, which is weird, but it just happened."
"I don't know where he went, and I don't really care where he went."
"But I don't want anyone to walk away like this again."
This is a story about "leaving" and "staying".
In what form will the truth emerge?
Purpose: Survival