The third day, eleven fifty PM.
A slightly overweight man was sitting in front of an old television, watching a drama while continuously shoving chips into his mouth.
The room was dark, lit only by the flickering light of the TV, which created an eerie atmosphere.
However, the man didn't care; this had been his routine for the past year.
He disliked the outside world, disliked interacting with others, and preferred to stay home alone, watching somewhat outdated TV dramas.
Working was only a means for a better living; if he was content with his current life and faced no hardships, why bother going to work?
That's what he thought, so even approaching 30, he was still financially dependent on his parents.
Suddenly, the image on the TV froze, turning into a screen full of static; then, the image transformed into a dried-up well!
