Jisun no longer knew what to do.
The world moved too quickly around him — a blur of people, obligations, and battles — until he finally realized just how deep the rut was he'd dug for himself.
Training. Missions. Home.
Repeat.
And repeat.
And repeat.
He stood still in the middle of a wide avenue, frozen in place. Around him, people flowed like a river, their faces smudged with shadow, their features indistinguishable.
The sun dipped and rose in moments, days passed in flickers. The crowd blurred into streaks of noise and movement — and not a single person looked back at him.
The only places where he felt even remotely human anymore:
—in the shower,
—on his bed,
—at the kitchen table.
And even there, the camera of his mind sped up. Each cycle faster. Each repetition darker.
His face grew hollower with every loop, until the man in those scenes barely resembled the one before.
"Eternity. I lived for others. Sacrificed everything so they could have a future."
