-oyasumi- Nhk Ni Youkoso - Welcome To The Nhk - <No Login>

Your apartment is a 4.5-tatami coffin. Sunlight, that cruel morning interrogator, slices through a gap in the blackout curtains. It lands on empty cup-noodle cups. On ashtrays shaped like tiny volcanoes. On the unfinished light novel where the protagonist has been staring at a blank page for 117 days.

Oyasumi.

Oyasumi, oyasumi.

The 6:00 AM news chimes from a broken clock radio. A cheerful NHK announcer reports on rising stock prices. You turn the volume down. It sounds like a conspiracy.

In one, you go outside. You buy a can of coffee. A girl smiles at you. You run away. -Oyasumi- NHK ni Youkoso - Welcome to the NHK -

The ceiling begins to pixelate. Satou? Is that you? No—you are Satou. Or maybe you're Misaki, wearing a Satou mask. The line between savior and kidnapper is just a dotted line on a contract you never signed.

Oyasumi, sekai (Goodnight, World)

And for one second—just one—you believe that tomorrow might be a different episode.

You reach for your prescription. Not the antipsychotics—those are for "tomorrow." The sleeping pills. The tiny white soldiers that march you into oblivion. Your apartment is a 4