PROLOGUE: — "The Day I Ended My Life for Good"

Kenzo stared at the ceiling. It was gray and cracked, but he barely noticed. Nothing mattered anymore. Every day felt empty, like he was just a shadow moving through a world that didn’t care about him.

He had tried, friends, talking to someone, even forcing a smile for strangers, but nothing worked. Nothing made him feel like he belonged.

The notebook on his desk was full of random thoughts and sketches. Normally, it was his escape, but tonight it felt heavy. The pen next to it felt heavy too. He had written about wanting to disappear before… but now, maybe it was finally time.

Kenzo walked to the balcony. The city lights below were sparkling like stars, but they didn’t make him feel better. They only reminded him that everyone else was living, and he didn’t have a reason to.

“Maybe… maybe this is it,” he whispered. His fingers touched the cold railing. He closed his eyes and thought about all the failures, all the mistakes, all the times he’d felt invisible.

Then, out of nowhere, he felt a strange warmth. Not from the city lights or the night air. It was like a hand on his shoulder, soft, quiet, and… almost alive.

He frowned. Nothing was there. Just wind. But the feeling stayed.

Kenzo swallowed. “If there’s… anyone… anyone at all… maybe I’ll see you soon,” he whispered.

And then he let go.

The world tilted. The city lights stretched into long streaks. And for the first time in years, Kenzo felt… nothing.