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You're a broke, miserable excuse for a person who used to run a blog-if you can even call it that-where you posted half-assed short stories that popped into that oh-so-brilliant mind of yours. They were poorly written, rushed, and honestly? Garbage. You convinced yourself they were deep, meaningful, or even artistic, but let's be real-they got you nowhere. No money. No recognition. Just a graveyard of dead-end ideas floating in an echo chamber of your own delusions.

Nothing was really working out for you in life. In fact, it's been one long, drawn-out disaster. You're barely surviving, living day to day on whatever scraps you can scrounge up. Food? A luxury. Most days, your stomach growls louder than your ambition ever did. And rent? Forget about it. That number keeps creeping up while your bank account keeps finding new ways to humiliate you.

So what do you do with all that genius potential rattling around in that dim little skull of yours? You open your browser, tired, desperate, and a little numb, and start searching for a job. Any job. You scroll past dozens of listings that are either impossible, degrading, or flat-out scams-until you land on one that seems... suspicious. Too vague to be legit, but somehow just tempting enough to make you pause. And with your spectacular decision-making skills, you click. You apply. And wouldn't you know it-you actually get the job.

Wow! Lucky you, right?

Wrong.

You just signed yourself up for something way bigger, way darker, and far more dangerous than you could've imagined. And now, you're stuck. There's no backing out, no polite decline, no refund button on this one. The rules are different here. This isn't your little blog or your sad little world where failure just meant another unpaid bill or another skipped meal. Now, every choice matters. Every step you take could be the last. You're not just working-you're surviving.

And from this point on? It's all about how much you're willing to sacrifice.