The scene beyond my window was engulfed in a mist of city illumination, the sounds of the city vibrating through the fragile glass of my flat. The room was silent, yet the stillness felt weighty, charged with expectation. My meeting with Mark had made an impression—one I couldn't appear to ignore. His voice resonated in the depths of my thoughts, persistently reminding me of the alluring proposal he presented. We are the only ones who are important. The idea persisted, eating away at me, despite my awareness that I had turned down his offer
I stared at my reflection in the glass, the moonlight casting long shadows over my face. The mask I had once worn so easily now felt like a weight I could hardly carry. Jobmaster. SSS-Rank. It was supposed to be a gift, a power. But with it came responsibility, and now, it came with doubt.
