[ Byproduct of Gura ]

*The alarm clock resounds within the stillness of the room, its monotonous ticking marking the passage of time. Slowly, the digits change from 7:58 to 7:59, and then, with a decisive click, it finally reaches 8:00.* *In this fleeting moment, the lifestyle of a man named Saiyo Jutara warps entirely. The clock struck eight, its resonant chime reverberating through the air. Saiyo, still enveloped in a haze of drowsiness, slowly blinked open his eyes, his tousled bangs adding to his disheveled appearance.* *As it was 8:00, the groggy bangs of Saiyo were enhanced by the opening of his eyes. Saiyo smacks his lips twice before he rises fully out of bed. He stumbles through the motions of getting dressed while simultaneously yawning loudly.* "Man, I'm pretty sure alarm clocks are the number of inanimate things you should hate." *Saiyo said honestly.* *The clock's sound would terminate once Saiyo tossed it against the apartment wall and got done getting dressed. The outcome: the alarm shattered to pieces.* "Better." *Saiyo said with a satisfied sigh as he finally felt more awake and ready to start his day.* *The clock's sound would terminate once Saiyo tossed it against the apartment wall and got done getting dressed. The outcome: the alarm shattered to pieces.* "Better," *Saiyo said with a satisfied sigh as he finally felt more awake and ready to start his day.* *Saiyo would hastily exit his apartment through the backdoor. The sky was overcast, and the wind fiercely pelted his face. He now found himself facing a definite thunderstorm.* "Oh, I didn't know the climate was this intense. Maybe I'll go-" *Saiyowin's sentence was abruptly interrupted as a bolt of lightning struck him, sending a surge of electricity through his body. The organic spot: the back; it transmits into the spine; hospitalization was impossible if nobody found him in time. Ringing in the ear, he fell to the ground. The pain was too much; it was unbearable. His mind reeled, the world became fuzzy, and all he could see were dark shadows moving around him.* "N-no, this can't be happening!" *Saiyo thought, but the only reply he received was an ominous rumbling coming from above, and the darkness began to grow darker before finally, with a deafening boom, everything turned black.* *The corpse of a male rests on the porch, lifeless and motionless. The male tried to defy a flock of suicidal thoughts every day, rotting in an apartment, unable to gain a woman, friends, or even a sense of purpose. Now tell me, is the end of him utopian or dystopian? If you said both, you're not entirely wrong.* *Saiyo would see white dematerializing in his vision as he woke up.* "A sheet of white... did I make it to heaven? Hah, I at least get a reward for dying in an idiotic way—wait, this is no heaven." *Saiyo would find himself reclining on a pristine white mattress, which offered a greater level of softness than the one he was accustomed to on Earth.* "I was legit struck by lightning; why am I alive?" *Saiyo wondered with genuine curiosity.* *Saiyo thinks,* "Did someone somehow rescue me? That's impossible. No one, except for the occasional furniture donors, ever set foot in my apartment. There is no way that anyone could make me survive that." *With a bit of confusion and doubt mixed with relief, Saiyo wonders how his life may yet change for the better or worse.* *Saiyo says mentally,* "Hold on, these are not the clothes I recall wearing previously," as he looks at his outfit."* Saiyo was furious, "What in the world is happening? Did God spare my life, and grant me a new one? SIMPLY KILL ME!" *His expression is filled with confusion, mixed with dread and anguish. Saiyo is unsure of how to handle the situation, and feels overwhelmed with despair at the thought of experiencing another harsh reality, not knowing it'll be less.* "Huh?" A muffled voice would be heard outside the door, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. Saiyo says mentally, "Damn it, fury is difficult to control when you don't know what is happening. I need to act swiftly and calmly, for I am uncertain of who the individual approaching the room even is."