Chapter 1
The young man navigates through the crowded streets for the year-end celebrations. Nearly stumbling at every step, he sinks deeper into the snow. His vision blurs due to excessive fog on his glasses. He dislikes crowds, especially for the past three months.
Stumbling awkwardly at his doorstep, he drops his keys on the snowy ground.
"Every time..."
He sighed once and turned the key in his door. Today, his parents were out, so he settled in front of the TV until exactly 7 PM. He cooked dinner and went to bed. In the evening, he pondered and suffered from insomnia.
He got up, grabbed a pen, a sheet of paper, thought for a few seconds, hesitated multiple times, before finally writing.
