**Disclaimer:** The following narrative is a work of fiction. It contains adult themes and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

I'm a 25-year-old man living in my mother's basement, and I'm jobless. I'm ugly and really have nothing going for me. No one really cares about me or talks to me. I'm a nice guy who regrets how he's lived his life. I am a veteran NEET that has not left his room for over 3 years now, but that's all about to end today because my mom is about to kick me out. I'm going to be jobless and homeless in about 24 hours. I was not there for my sister's funeral and my brother's wedding because I was locked in my room watching anime and reading light novels. My mom tried everything to help me become a respectable human being, but it was all for nothing. I wish I was dead or transported to another world like the characters in anime or like in the light novels. I know it sounds like I'm running away from my problems, but I really think it's the best thing for me and my family. I wouldn't want a son like me who sits in his room all day watching anime and masturbating to hentai. I'm really a piece of trash when I look at it. Maybe it's what I deserve to be homeless for what I did to my family and for not facing reality. I'm not even able to face my mother, so I'm leaving the house before she comes home. Maybe I can look for a job so that I'm able to get money for a place. Why does it feel hot? Maybe because I've not felt the sun in so long, but it's really hot. Maybe I can look for a job in a convenience store and get away from this heat. Man, it's really hot. Should it feel this hot?

Sir, are you okay? Sir, someone call 911 or an ambulance, someone just got hit by a truck.

Huh, what's going on here? Who got hit by a truck? And why does my body feel this heavy? Ahh, I can't move my feet. Don't tell me that I'm the one that got hit by a truck...

Sir, sir, are you still in there? Come on, don't give up yet, an ambulance is coming.

Oh yeah, it sounds like they're talking to me. Am I really going to die? But I didn't even get to say sorry to my family for being such an asshole and a loser. But maybe this is how losers die. If I get a second chance at life... hahaha, if that happens, I will try to be a better person.

Sir, hey, I'm losing him, his heartbeat's getting slower, he's about to die...

It's okay, man. Leave me. I'm at the end of my life. Make it feel a little peaceful. But thanks for trying to save me...

He's dead.