The flickering lights of the station danced in my blurred vision. I slouched against the cold, unyielding wall, my briefcase discarded at my feet. The station, usually a hive of late-night activity, felt desolate. The hum of the city and distant echoes of trains were the only sounds breaking the oppressive silence.

My head drooped, and I tried to keep my eyes open, but the heaviness of exhaustion and the effects of too much alcohol made it nearly impossible. The weight of my coat felt like an anchor, dragging me further into fatigue. I remembered the office party, the forced smiles, and the cheap beer that had seemed like a temporary reprieve but now only added to my misery.

I squinted at the digital clock on the platform, its red numbers glowing ominously in the dark. Midnight had come, and the final train of the night was approaching. I forced myself to stand, my legs feeling like lead as I staggered toward the edge of the platform. The train's roar grew louder, a monstrous sound that seemed to come from another world.

As the train's headlights sliced through the darkness, I felt a wave of dizziness. I grabbed for the railing but missed, my hand slipping off as if it had no strength left. I swayed dangerously, trying to steady myself, but my body betrayed me. My vision swirled, and I could barely make out the bright, menacing glow of the approaching train.

My knees buckled, and I slumped against the railing. The metal felt icy and unforgiving. I tried to focus, but my head was pounding, and the platform seemed to tilt and shift beneath me. With a sudden jolt, my legs gave way entirely, and I collapsed onto the tracks with a harsh, metallic thud.

The sharp scent of the tracks filled my nostrils, mingling with the bitter taste of alcohol. I tried to push myself up, but my limbs felt numb and unresponsive. My mind was a foggy haze, and the sounds around me were distorted and distant. I could hear the urgent shouts from the platform, but they were muffled, like they were coming from underwater.

Faces peered over the edge, their voices rising in alarm, but they seemed far away for me, disconnected from my reality. I attempted to lift my head, but the effort was too great. The train doors closed with a final, resounding hiss, and the platform lights seemed to dim, plunging the world into a suffocating darkness.

Then everything went silent. The blinding light of the train's headlights was the last thing I saw before the world narrowed to a single point of searing brightness. As the light consumed me, I drifted into a void.

In this emptiness, I found myself adrift, detached from the pain and the noise of my life. It was a stark, profound silence where my thoughts began to unravel. My life played out like a flickering slideshow in the dark, each image a reminder of the solitude and struggle I faced.

I saw my parents' faces, their lives cut short in a car accident, leaving me with an emptiness that had never truly been filled. School had been a battleground, a place where I was relentlessly bullied, my self-worth chipped away by the cruelty of others. Despite the hardships, I survived, clinging to the fragile hope that things might get better.

But modern life had been merciless, a relentless grind that had sapped my spirit. I had become an outcast, isolated in a world that seemed to demand more than I had to give. My only solace had been the worlds of manga and anime, where I found fleeting escapes and heroic dreams. They were my refuge, my brief respite from a reality that seemed so harsh and unforgiving.

Now, as I drifted in this void, I faced the stark reality of my existence. At thirty, I had died a pathetic death, a casualty of a life I could never quite master. The weight of my failures and regrets settled over me like a shroud, and I wondered if this was all there was—an end without grandeur, a final silence that mirrored the isolation of my life.

In this dark expanse, I found no answers, only the cold, unfeeling truth of my own limitations. My journey had ended here, in the quiet abyss, and as I surrendered to the darkness, I was left with the remnants of a life unfulfilled, a story that would fade into nothingness.

The deep, inky darkness was disturbed by a soft, melodic voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Gradually, my heavy eyelids fluttered open to reveal a warm, comforting light that surrounded me. As I came to my senses, the soft cushion beneath me cradled my body, and the gentle glow illuminated my surroundings.

I slowly opened my eyes, I saw a woman with a weathered face leaning over me. She had dirt smudged across her cheeks and dark circles under her eyes, but they were sparkling with tears of relief and love. Her gentle hand smoothed my hair back from my forehead, easing away the coldness that had settled there. It was a stark contrast to the emptiness and darkness that engulfed me moments ago.

As my eyes slowly adjusted to the bright lights above, I saw a man standing over me. He had kind eyes and a warm smile as he lifted me up in his strong arms. I could feel his tears falling onto my face as he whispered, "Lucan Stone, your name is Lucan Stone, my son." My heart swelled with joy and love for this man who was now holding me and claiming me as his own.

A deafening explosion of realization rocks me to my core. In one terrifying moment, I am ripped away from my old life as a burned-out salaryman and thrust into a new existence as a helpless infant, utterly unfamiliar with the world around me.

When I looked up at the couple holding me, the woman's eyes were filled with love and warmth, but also tiredness and dirt. The man had a furrowed brow and his clothes were worn and patched. The small, modest home they lived in was a far cry from the luxurious city life I had grown accustomed to. The contrast between my old life and this new one hit me like a ton of bricks. While I was grateful for the opportunity to start over, it was clear that my new parents were struggling, their exhaustion etched into every line on their faces.

I grappled with the end of my old life and the daunting possibilities of my new one, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The unknown loomed in front of me, taunting me with its endless challenges. But as I looked around at the unfamiliar faces, a fire ignited within me. This was my chance for a fresh start, and I refused to let fear hold me back. This time it would be different I would live my life to the fullest!