My eagerness to get to the next task is extinguished as I stare at what's in front of me.

It's me.

A man is leaning against the back wall of the room, staring at me with a small smile while two versions of myself are on either side of the small area.

One is sitting in a chair, knees pulled to her chest as she rests her forehead on them. The other is laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, artificial lights shining onto her listless expression.

I open my mouth to say something, but no words can describe how I'm feeling right now.

"I'm Jimin," the man speaks up after a few more moments of uncomfortable silence. "I'm the Guide of Harmony."

I just nod, my eyes shifting between the two copies of myself.