Chapter 1: Minor Tweak The train is nearly empty—like something out of a horror film. Silent and desolate, as if I’m the last person left in the world. Only the gentle sway of the moving carriage reminds me that time hasn’t stopped completely. I lean back in my seat, loosening my tie. I’m drained—so tired that I’d give anyt...
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Chapter 1: Minor Tweak The train is nearly empty—like something out of a horror film. Silent and desolate, as if I’m the last person left in the world. Only the gentle sway of the moving carriage reminds me that time hasn’t stopped completely. I lean back in my seat, loosening my tie. I’m drained—so tired that I’d give anything to collapse into a bed and never get up again. Out of habit more than purpose, I pull out my phone, just to confirm that time is still ticking. 11:45 p.m., it reads. Of course. At this hour on a Friday night, the only people riding the train are drunks… or me. Work was a disaster today. I had to stay late—not because of anything I did wrong, but because the client couldn’t be bothered to send complete instructions in one go. Five revisions. Five. All because they ke
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