Muer lays on the floor, his body cold and limp. He can barely feel his body anymore, the only thing he can feel is warmth. Unbearable warmth. It feels like he should be burning up, but also as if he'd gotten use to the heat. the only thing he can think about is the heat as his consciousness slowly fades. `how did I get here?` He thinks to himself. He knows its cliché, but he can't help it. It seems so... wrong that he died this way. Why did he have to be so unlucky? Why did he have to be so mediocre? Why did he have to be so depressed? Questions and answers start flooding Muers thoughts as he slowly closes his eyelids. He can just barely hear the sound of cars pulling up to the building. Its so feint and muffled, and yet he can tell exactly what's happening.

As the emergency services pull in Muer can no longer feel his body as they walk around the collapse. They look around the rubble to see if anyone was caught before clearing out the building. Muer obviously wasn't seen. He was completely covered by rubble to the extent no one could even tell he was there. It was amazing, the collapse only happened on the first two floors. The building stood still almost creaking as the last quarter of the base struggles to hold the 10 story building up.

Looking at Muers situation, anyone could see he was unlucky. The epidemic was finally over, and everyone was partying. This city he lived in his entire life had been on a downward spiral since the epidemic started, and now despite all these buildings and all this infrastructure, the city was almost entirely abandoned. This city, even with all the progress it made the past year, was empty and abandoned.

Before the epidemic, the city was one of the future. It invented and developed more in a year than most countries would in decades. There were paramotors and other miniaturized forms of air transport constantly flying between the cityscape. There were maglev trains that wound knots around city streets, flew through tunnels underground and underwater, and cut holes through skyscrapers to reach their destination. There were architectural masterpieces beside artistic and scientific ones. There were even touchscreens that spanned entire buildings, and that is just the surface! The city was truly a beautiful, and seemingly chaotic, mix of modern and sci-fi technology that amazed all... and yet, here we are. A few years later and it sits empty.

To think an epidemic could cause all of this. The buildings stood still, unwavering in the empty expanse. It was... terrifying. Even with the fading mental image Muer had of the city as he lay buried scared him. The rest of the world was still normal even after this epidemic, and yet here is the ruins of a city that could rival civilizations, still changing and evolving despite being empty. A permanent spot of color on the earth, like something torn from the pages of fiction. A place most others would only dream existed, thinking it was so amazing. But that was not reality.

Any normal person coming to this city would be amazed, and possibly live their perfect fantasy. But Muer grew up here, he knew how terrifying it was. Any one person could create an empire with minimal effort. They could create inventions of science, and emulate their darkest and most ambitious dreams. Nobody knew more about how terrifying this city was than he did. One by one everybody's fantasies and dreams would come true, and bring chaos. There were so many choices for everything, and anything, that you would possibly want that it could drive someone insane. You could choose to experience infinite pleasure for the rest of your life and be a spoiled happy go lucky person. You could experience the best of the world by forcing everything else to cease existing around you. You could make others serve you willingly and indulge yourself in pride.

It was horrible, but no other person would ever know why or how. He couldn't even explain it fully. It was a nightmare on so many levels that he'd commit suicide before he could even summarize half of it. Hahaha... that is if he wasn't already dying.

[End Chapter]

Ps: The prologue is optional and is a whole different story on it's own. I will not reference it too much in the actual story, and when I do I will mention the chapter it's from. So go ahead and skip it entirely if you want, or even read it after the rest of the story if you don't want it to be spoiled.