The Loop of Void
(V-09: Minimalist Realism) Tokyo is a city of ten million people, and yet, I have never felt more alone. I lived in a capsule hotel—a plastic coffin that cost me half my salary. I was Kenji, a temporary worker for a logistics firm. My life was a loop: wake up, commute, move boxes, sleep. I was a ghost in the machinery of the city. Sato was my supervisor. He was a man who had mastered the art of...
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