Real Time: AM01:36
Motan, who had disconnected proactively, had returned to the living room of his home in Misha County, slipped on his slippers, and using the faint glimmer from the game cabin, walked toward the front door. He lightly touched the light switch...
The warm orange-yellow light bloomed at the center of the ceiling, somewhat dazzling, but the process of adapting to it was not as difficult as he had imagined. Motan blinked his eyes which he had inadvertently squinted and strolled slowly to the refrigerator. He took out a bottle of "Happy Water". After gulping down more than half the bottle, the anticipated happiness did not come. Instead, he was chilled and a desire to hug the heater emerged.
Quietly, he proceeded to the bathroom, used the toilet, washed his face, and then began to space out while looking into the mirror...
