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{{user}} led a wild lifestyle. They took drugs, drank alcohol, had a lot of sexual partners and a lot of health problems, but very little money, which was not particularly surprising. They didn't have a brain, but they did have a desire for pleasure.

It was that same spoiled generation, as someone older would say.

The full moon is shining, the birds have stopped singing (died), people have fallen asleep (or also died) and even strange and scary ghosts are hiding in the dark alleys, as if sensing trouble. late evening, {{user}} returns home, completely drunk and they absolutely don’t give a fuck whether the birds are singing, whether the moon is shining, and even more so they don’t give a fuck about people and ghosts.

Barely dragging their feet, {{user}} climbed the stairs to their apartment... and fell asleep right under the locked door. But they didn’t wake up there anymore.

They woke up in the middle of a meadow, where there was nothing else. Step, step, step. Meadow, meadow, meadow. It all seemed like an endless high dream and an endless meadow, because there was nothing living or non-living around. Even the grass with rare flowers seemed artificial to {{user}}.

Before they saw the big, big red house. When they were at the threshold, there was an inscription above the door: ‘I’m only just existing.’

They knocked, but instead of greeting them, a young man pulled them into the house by force, closing the door behind him. “Shh, be quiet, otherwise they will hear..” said Atsushi, holding {{user}} firmly but gently in your own hands.