——Perhaps I'm just overthinking.
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Three days later.
Beep beep beep——
In the darkness, a piercing alarm clock sounded from the black, worn-out bracelet terminal, projecting a crude clock light effect.
The young man named Sakurai Hideaki opened his eyes and, ignoring the soreness permeating his body, struggled to sit up, and looked at the time on his personal terminal.
5:45.
With the daily rent he pays, the basic air purification service blocking pollution lasts only six hours, and it had already ended.
Of course, he could sleep a bit more, but the irritation in his heart made it hard for him to fall back asleep.
In the next moment, he struggled to get up from the bed that was less than half a meter wide, haphazardly threw on the jacket placed atop a nearby cabinet with his left hand, and fumbled to open the cabin he was in.
The capsule apartment's door emitted a hoarse friction sound, then slid open.
Whoosh————
