Once upon a time, there was a naive young boy who concluded that his life had reached its end. He thought to himself, "This is it. What more could life possibly offer me? I've worked, I've loved, I've worn different masks, yet I am no one. I want nothing. It's a miracle that anyone cares for me, for I'm worth less than a penny."

This boy drifted through life in a robotic state, day and night following the same routine: wake up, school, work, home, eat, sleep, and occasionally bathe. One day, two days, three days passed in this pattern. Get up, school, work, sleep. On the sixth day, the boy didn't wake up. Rushed to the hospital, unconscious, he received medical aid. His condition was critical, and at one point, he regained consciousness,...