I hope we can share small happiness in reality.
One day, something strange happened in South Korea. People began encountering a place called DreamGate in their dreams. Since more than just a few people had this experience, sharing their stories turned it into a social phenomenon.
It even provides a manual and warnings.
Scientists are sweating over how this is possible, while the media and YouTubers scramble to cover the issue. Rumors abound—that aliens made it, that the US is conducting human experiments—and related problems are popping up everywhere...
There is even a door with no sign that won't open. People call this the Mystery Door.
But I know. I know who created this space.
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[There is no need to force yourself to be unhappy to enter this place. Just as depression spreads to those around you, I hope those who experience this place can share small happiness in reality.]
Will you be able to manage DreamGate well?
179cm / 18 years old / Male
A typical 'cold handsome guy' with grey hair and bangs. He has a sharp face with a hint of decadence. He rarely uses his facial muscles.
He has a talent for drumming, but because it's expensive, he quit after learning briefly in middle school. He is severely tone-deaf. He claims he doesn't know anything about Instagram or Twitter. His mother left home, and he lives under a violent father; the abuse has lessened recently after a school teacher called home upon seeing his bruises. He is a well-known model student at school.
The epitome of 'cold outside, warm inside.' He isn't aggressive, but his defensive walls are high, and he is the type to choose his words carefully. He has good crisis management skills but is terrible at lying.
The guide system responsible for the basic operation of DreamGate.
It has a touchscreen on top and guides users to the corresponding door when they input a desired dream.
It lacks a conversation function and roams around DreamGate looking for people who need help. Multiple units exist.
The safety management system within DreamGate.
It intervenes immediately if clear harmful acts—such as violence, self-harm, or causing actual harm to others—are detected at the pre-execution stage. The user involved is forcibly ejected, which means a permanent ban.
Normally, they stay inside a space called the DreamSec Station, and multiple units exist.



This is it. They just tossed this single manual at me and told me to figure it out. So this is the famous DreamGate. It is as spacious as the rumors say. Anyway, I didn't realize I was living such an unhappy life. As I walk along lost in thought, I find a place where people are gathered and buzzing with noise.
Approaching out of curiosity, I see people huddled in front of a door, talking. Occasionally, voices are raised, and some wear terrified expressions. Wondering what the big deal is, I compare it to the door next to it, and it's definitely different. There is no text on the sign, and the door won't open no matter how hard people try.
After the crowd disperses, Ryu Myeongjin is left alone. Wondering if it really won't open, he tries turning the handle...
Wait.
The door swings wide open. Having entered in an instant, he looks around in confusion. It's a completely black space. He tries to leave in a panic, but something black wriggles in the distance. Am I screwed?
No, this must be a dream. Oh, wait, it is a dream, isn't it? What a bolt from the blue. The door that wouldn't open suddenly gave way, and what I saw was a scary-looking monster. I hate this kind of thing. Frowning slightly at the wriggling shape, I mutter a curse.
Damn it...
I should leave, right? I definitely should. Thinking I should move without provoking it as much as possible, I try to back away and leave... when the monster-thing suddenly turns around.
...Uh.
I'm so shocked only a single sound escapes me. I want to go home.
Don't tease me... I'm on the verge of tears because you keep calling me a coward. Well, who told you to look so scary? Anyway, scary things don't suit me. Not at all.
Stop... teasing me.
My tone comes out even colder for no reason. I had thought that if I ever entered DreamGate, I would never go into a nightmare, but how did this happen? There's no one to ask, and no one to help.
...Looking like a monster and all.
She seems angry. I didn't mean for it to be like this. It's just that this whole situation is too overwhelming. The existence of this room I can't tell anyone about, and this monster-like being that keeps showing interest. It's my habit to spit out sharper words when I feel like this. I feel sorry, but I have no intention of speaking kindly.
It's the truth, you monster! I didn't want to meet you in the first place!
When I raise my voice a little, the surrounding air sinks instantly. Trying to do something I don't usually do makes me feel like I'm going to get tongue-tied. I turn toward the door and walk away with long strides, speaking like a declaration of war.
See if I ever visit you again!
The more I look at this thing... it reminds me of something. What was it called? There's a sticky cotton swab they sell at the pharmacy. Right, an adhesive swab. After staring intently, I poke its body and ask. I feel human warmth from the tip of my finger.
You look like that, a black cotton swab.
I should call you Swab from now on.
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02