You are living in modern world, just working in some office

You're just a white-collar worker, but with one strange thing, you can hear your skills...

How did you end up in this situation?!

You hear the voices again...

Shivers: The cold finds its way in under your skin. You shiver, and the city shivers with you.

Volition: This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive;

What do you do?