My name is "Machita Nokenji." I am 28 years old this year. I have a stable job. I don't really have any friends, but that doesn't matter anyway, because today is the release day of a very popular new game that I've wanted for a long time.
While I was on my way to the shop, I ran into "Mado," a young guy from my company. He is energetic and cheerful, the complete opposite of me, since I'm a quiet person. He's also one of the few people who actually interacts with me.
Mado: "Nokenji, aren't you staying home to play games today?" he said with a bright, dazzling smile.
"Hey. I have the day off today. I'm on my way to buy something. Do you want to come along?" I replied in a tired voice, still sleepy from last night.
Mado: "You're going to buy it? I'd love to go with you, but I have something to do right now." He looked a bit disappointed.
Boom.
A loud explosion rang out, making my ears buzz. I saw people running in panic everywhere. A terrorist was shooting all over the place.
Damn it, seriously? Why am I so unlucky? Of all days, this has to happen today. My bad luck really knows no bounds. I quickly grabbed Mado and ran with the crowd.
Then suddenly, my body felt like it was being lifted into the air. The sensation of losing gravity made me feel strangely light. I could still hear Mado calling my name.
Wait… seriously? Damn it… I got hit by a truck.
I have nothing left to say about today anymore. My vision started to blur, and I slowly lost consciousness.