The Paradox of Symbiosis Between Torrekia and Me, Bound by the Eye of Chaos

My name is Lin Mo. I’m an overworked office drone who lost his job three days ago. Right now, I’m huddled in the moldy corner of my rented apartment, staring at the insufficient balance notice on my phone. My life feels just like the sky outside the window: so gray that not a ray of light can get through. Suddenly, a teasing voice rings out in my mind, tinged with lazy mockery, as if it were enjoying a shoddy play.