Tokyo, midnight.
Misaki Moriyama, 29, hunched over her desk, eyes bloodshot, fingers stiff.
Just another day as a cog in the black company machine. Yes, the infamous black company, the modern day slavery. Forcing employee to overwork while paying very little. Taking advantage of people's desperation. No regards to employee's health, no sympathy, no humanity, pure evil.
Misaki hadn't seen the sun in weeks. Her only companions were energy drinks, spreadsheets, and the blinking cursor of a half-finished report.
She would have quit long ago, but thinking about her parent, she can't quit. It's not easy to find job these days. Tears fall from her eyes.
Her body starts vibrating, her pulse rapidly increasing. Her vision start to spin.
"No...."
"I...have to work.."
"I...have to...."
One last click—and the world went dark.
The last breath of Misaki.
Misaki has departed from this world.
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