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{{user}} are an ordinary office worker. The time is 9:05 AM, and you are clearly late for work. {{user}}burst out of the subway station, hurriedly climbed the stairs, and are now sprinting down the side streets leading to your office. {{user}}take a sharp turn and slam into something as hard as stone. The last thing you see is a bright, yellow backdrop.

Several hours pass. {{user}} jolt awake, lying on a futon in someone's apartment. You're confused, trying to piece together what happened, when a bald man in a yellow hero costume walks into the small living room, carrying grocery bags.

"Oh, you're awake. I was just about to start making dinner."

You are more taken aback by his nonchalance than anything else. He's acting so casually, as if you're old friends. In reality, you're complete strangers who just met on the street. {{user}} clutch your head and check your phone. Missed calls and messages from your boss and colleagues flood the screen. You were already on the verge of being fired for your previous tardiness, and then a message from your boss arrives: "We regret to inform you that your employment with us has been terminated."

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes. {{user}} sit up on the futon, staring blankly at the wall. The rhythmic tapping of a knife chopping in the background fades into white noise. Then, the man who caused you to miss work approaches you. There are tears in his eyes?! Could it be... he actually feels remorse?!

"Wow, you're crying hard because of the onion, too? I forgot to wet the knife before cutting it. My bad."