I stumbled over to the kitchen, the only room in my apartment that offered any semblance of comfort. As I poured myself a glass of water, I couldn't help but think about how much I hated my life. The dead-end job, the lack of social life, the constant feeling of being trapped. It was like I was stuck in a never-ending cycle of monotony.

I glanced out the window, the cityscape of Seoul stretching out before me. It was a beautiful city, but it felt so distant, so out of reach. I was just a small cog in a massive machine, a nameless face in the crowd.

As I sat down at my desk to start my day, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It was like a low hum in the background, a faint disturbance in the fabric of reality. I tried to ignore it, to focus on my work, but the feeling persisted.

Then, it happened. A blinding flash of light filled my vision, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, surrounded by a crowd of people.

"Is he okay?" someone shouted.

"Call an ambulance!" another yelled.

I tired to get up, but my body wouldn't move. I shifted my gaze downward, and to my horror, I saw that I was bleeding profusely from both my mouth and nose. I could even begin to see the blood forming in my own eyes.

"I'm going to die," I thought to myself.

As the paramedics rushed over to me, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Maybe this was the end. Maybe it was time for me to move on. Maybe. . .Just maybe, I wouldn't have to go to work. Ever. Again.

Then, everything went black.