In a modest house in front of a forest, a collection of disassembled electronic devices was scattered across a modern wooden table. Zeyn, a young man with ruby-red eyes and thick glasses, sat in front of a computer he was fixing. The late afternoon sun cast strange shadows from the hanging cables, illuminating the small room where he worked.
Not all the devices could be repaired at his workplace, so Zeyn often took some of them home. However, juggling between his job as a gadget repairman and his responsibilities as a student frequently drained his energy. He knew that his profession as a gadget repairman was relatively new to him. The problem was, the academic workload was piling up, making him constantly exhausted. He didn't expect anything more than the issue of violent videos to subside soon.
"Ugh! Such a hassle," he muttered in frustration.
