In the midst of a Seattle morning that seemed to promise serenity, Logan awoke to a jarring cacophony emanating from his neighbour's house. With a sense of unease gnawing at him, he ventured over to investigate, finding the door ajar and chaos reigning within. Bodies lay scattered across the floor amidst the wreckage, their slumber disrupted by the relentless noise that filled the air.
Taking matters into his own hands, Logan silenced the uproar by disconnecting the source of the disturbance, only to be met with hostility from his neighbour, Rodrigo. Sensing the simmering tension, Logan retreated before the situation could escalate, seeking refuge within the familiar confines of his own home.
There, amidst the routine of a morning shower and hastily prepared breakfast, Logan attempted to find solace. Yet, the spectre of looming responsibilities lingered, weighing heavily upon him as he embarked on his daily commute in his silent electric vehicle—a reflection of the composed facade he wore to navigate the challenges of the day.
Arriving at work, Logan was greeted by the impersonal formality of the security officer, a precursor to the cascade of events that awaited him within. The pressing deadline of a client's report loomed large, a task he had thus far neglected in favour of distraction.
Seeking respite in the sanctuary of his headphones, Logan attempted to lose himself in the rhythms of his music, only to be abruptly summoned to his boss's office. There, he faced the scrutiny of his employer, whose concerns mirrored the urgent demands of corporate hierarchy—where the whims of the wealthy held sway, and principles often bowed to pragmatism.
Logan, his temper simmering as usual, returned to his office and dove back into his work. Lost in the relentless grind, he nearly forgot about lunch until a colleague interrupted his solitude with an invitation. Eager for a break, Logan accepted and followed his friend to the cafeteria, resigning himself to purchasing mac and cheese and a can of cola to sate his hunger.
Back in his office, Logan resumed his laborious task, the weight of the unfinished report bearing down upon him. Despite his fervent efforts, the end seemed elusive as the hours ticked by. By the time he finally completed his work, the office had emptied, leaving Logan alone with his laptop, headphones, and the looming spectre of the report awaiting completion.
Weary and longing for the comforts of home, Logan settled into his car, exhaling a sigh of relief as he began his journey. But his brief respite was interrupted by the unexpected appearance of his boss, prompting a terse exchange before Logan hastily made his escape, fabricating a date as an excuse to retreat to his apartment.
As he navigated the congested streets homeward, fatigue weighed heavily upon Logan, his eyelids drooping perilously. Just as he neared his familiar street, disaster struck in the form of a collision that sent his car careening into a tree, shattering the fragile peace of the evening. Blood pooled around him as consciousness slipped away, the world fading to darkness in an instant.
When Logan regained awareness five days later, he found himself alone in the eerie silence of an abandoned hospital, his memory fragmented and his body ravaged by injury. The echo of his own heartbeat was the only sound to pierce the stillness as he grappled with the surreal nightmare that had become his reality.
