In a dimly lit room, surrounded by glowing screens and the intoxicating haze of vape, lived a man named Kaito Hoshino, orphaned by fate's unkind hand. Working in an office, days blended into nights. Slowed down by his orphaned childhood, he pursued comfort in the numbing embrace of alcohol and weed, seeking refuge in video games.
As the sun descended behind the towering cityscape, casting an orange hue upon the metropolis, a day similar to countless others before it. The man was tired from his habitual office work, lost in the disorienting bitterness of urban sounds and navigating the crowded sidewalks. Fate, in its cruel irony, chose this moment to intrude.
In a cruel twist of fate, as he mindlessly crossed the busy street, the blare of horns, the screeching of tires, and a shaking impact shattered the appearance of his existence — a collision that transformed the canvas of his life into a chaos of metal and pain.
As consciousness disappeared amidst the chaos, short-lived thoughts poured — a silent plea amidst the approaching disaster. "I wish," his mind fluttered with desperation, "I wish for an end to this monotonous life, a chance to begin anew in a world with purpose, where I could make a difference, wield unrestricted advantages, and never be a loser again..."
Grief surged, entangled with his plea, a desire to escape the monotony, to embrace a realm packed with possibilities and new beginnings. However, the stabbing of pain covered the eager desire for change.
Within the antiseptic confines of the operating theatre, within the turn of desperate activity and the rhythmic symphony of machines, consciousness slipped away into a silent void. The desperate plea lingered, a whispered wish within the fading echoes of his thoughts, as life hung dangerously on the abyss while he closed his eyes.