BP 75

He tried his best to resist, but it was futile. His focus grew hazy, and he was being swallowed by memories that had surfaced. It would have been better if they remained clumped together without a definite shape, but if images began to unfold and tear through his eyes and mind like they used to, he would be helpless. He hadn't felt this way in a long time; it made no sense that he would grow this weak just from watching a single match.

“What are you doing out here instead of going back in?”

It was just as his head filled with panic over what to do after his futile struggle. A voice reached him from a distance. Lifting his eyes, Seung-hyun belatedly recognized the person.