(TW: Panic Attack)
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...Something sent a shiver down Krit's spine...
...But it wasn't the pain...
...It was the number...
...On the ATM...
...It was $501,617.
The dream became reality.
Krit could not trust it a single bit, It certainly is not a dream, Which makes it heavily concerning, Randomly just receiving 500K for nothing? He'd rather believe that the entire world was a simulation or something.
With the immediate skeptical, He was certain that something is wrong with his banking account, But there isn't a bank worker, Only an automatic card machine...
...Anxiety began to rise, As Krit shakily took the card out of the ATM, And left the bank.
The night became unsettling, The strange lights shining from the road lamps, Combined with a light breeze of wind, Is making Krit shiver, It's almost the same as that night...
"I just want to get over it... Please..."
...Krit almost felt a sense of self-blame, For the things he'd done to that one fish, He wanted so badly to just stop thinking about it, But it seems that there is no hope for that.
He had to go home, Even if it's just a concrete plate with a stove and a truck.
Krit looked at his truck, It was reflecting the road lamps like a mirror, And he just felt attached to it. The reality is nothing like his dream, There was no joy, Only endless fear and a strong urge to stay as close to the familiar things as possible, Without any way to get further information about the sudden 500K...
...Krit drove back to the base plate, He still hasn't gotten a bed yet, But at this moment, He's too scared to sleep out there on the beach, He felt as if anything would happen to him if he wasn't careful enough... How he wanted for the money to be gone the next day...
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The night was terrible, Krit could swear his back was broken when he woke up, What's more, He woke up when the place wasn't that bright yet, It was probably around 4 AM or something, There doesn't seem to be a clock anywhere...
...But again, Like yesterday, He couldn't fall back to sleep, So he grabbed the fishing rod and the bait, Stuffed them into the truck, powerlessly dragged the door shut and drove off to the bank.
Nothing changed, 501K still in his account.
...Standing outside the bank, Krit took a long sigh... And decided to just let it go... He had work to do...
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...After fishing for a while, Krit went to the Refinery to sell his stuff...
"Ye' look like ya' got somethin' on yer' mind,
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