Chan sat in his studio, editing a song that Jisung and Changbin had just helped him create. 

The three of them had been fooling around before but it had actually helped them come up with a song and they worked quickly to make a rough draft of the lyrics. Then they left the song to be edited by Chan. 

The work was pretty slow but the song was slowly coming together. Chan then stopped editing to stretch back in his chair, letting out a small groan. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw something scurry past. Chan immediately straightened up and turned quickly, only to be faced with an empty room.

 "Changbin? Is that you?" He asked, ruffling his curls. No one replied, except for the wind blowing in through his open window.

 Chan titled his head in confusion. He knew for certain that he had shut the window before he sat down to work. Nonetheless, Chan shrugged it off and stood up, going over to close the window.

 Before he could shut it though, he felt something sharp pierce his neck. Chan flinched and felt around his neck until he came across a small dart, he pulled it out and looked at it closely. 

It was small and deadly looking with a little skull and crossbones painted on the side. 

Chan's eyes widened and he slowly began to feel dizzy, in addition his head began to pound. 

Chan stumbled backwards and fell back into his chair. He grabbed at his head, willing the dizzy feeling and the pounding to go away but to no avail. In fact, they only got worse.

 Chan's eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a groan as the poison coursed through his veins. 

Before he blacked out though, he caught sight of a small boy wearing a black cloak with braces. The boy grinned and walked over to him, straddling his lap. 

"Don't worry buddy. It'll all be over soon." He assured Chan, before forcefully closing his eyes.