I can't breathe...

It's an odd time for me to ponder this question, but why should I struggle? This is a question I've answered before, and the conclusion I've reached is that there's really no reason to struggle.

My life has always been filled with hardships and losts, I've come to realised it's not weakness to succumb to these pressure, to just give up on struggling. Sure I've heard the people say to achieve success, diligent efforts are demanded, but what if success isn't something I'm looking for?

Becoming rich, having a wide social connection, cultivating the best version of myself, all those are redundant if all I'm really chasing for in this life is the fun of it. Why should I put in the efforts to improve my life when I'm perfectly complacent with a life spent just having fun?

I think it was when I was 14 that I had came to this conclusion, since then I hadn't put in any effort in my academics or any time to developing skills. I've retreated to the world of online entertainment. The Internet and video games have completely taken over my life.

Thinking back, I really didn't do anything outstanding that's worth noting, everyday is nearly identical to the day before. Ah, I understand now why this question pop out of my head out of nowhere, is this what they meant when they say life flashes before your eyes when you're in your final moments?

I never struggled in life, I just stayed at the lowest point of my life, I find it comforting, so neither will I struggle now.

Slowly, I stopped my attempts to force open the door and instead relaxed myself. I dragged my back on the door down till I'm seated on the floors of my bedroom, my bedroom that's filled with smoke from the fire.

It's midnight, what the hell even triggered this conflagration?

I think I can hear distant cries of my parents, is that my name they're crying out? Could be. Sorry mom and dad, never really had much interactions with you two. Nonetheless, I think I died without regrets, even if I were to live 70 more years, that's just 70 more years of video games.

Suffocation from the smoke is unpleasant, but when I find out how to let go and accept my fate, it was somewhat peaceful, not that terrible of a way to leave this world.

Oh there it is, it's getting darker and darker. I'm not afraid, take me away Death, wherever it is you will be bringing me to.

That's what I remember before I wake up to a completely unfamiliar ceiling. Either I'm saved and the hospital's ceiling just happens to look dilapidated, or the afterlife is awfully similar to an abandoned building.

My back hurts...it's difficult just trying to sit up from the mattress I was lying on, I'm only 17, I shouldn't be suffering from lower back pain like this.

I find myself in a room that feels like the settings of a typical office for 9 to 5 workers. In other words, white walls, dull adornments, a desk with stationaries and a computer. What's uncanny about the room I'm currently in, is that absolutely everything seems like they've been neglected for a long period of time, they were all covered with a thick layer of dust, except for the mattress I was sitting on and a luggage next to it.

Oh wow it's as difficult to breathe here as back in that fire, zero chances this is a hospital, nor does it feel like somewhere one ends up after a house fire.

Before I could get the chance to explore outside the room, I heard a robotic and monotonous voice on my right ear, only my right ear.

"Welcome."

I reached for my right ear and found a weirdly designed earpiece, it's structure is extended really long till it almost reaches the top of my head, and that part that's extended has screws on it...the earpiece was screwed directly into my skull.

"This is the afterlife, you are playing campaign stage 1-1, your objective: Find the spy hidden within your community. Hint: They are from the Clubs community."

I'm sorry mysterious earpiece, I dont understand what are you talking about.