Sorry, I Seem to Have Messed up My Life

We all thought that we would be the exception and that we would be able to go through life smoothly. Kazuo Sato is no exception. He once firmly believed that what he was holding on to was stable happiness - a decent job, a gentle wife, and a new life to come. Like all qualified social people, he worked hard to play every expected role until the exhaustion and emptiness in his heart became too great to ignore anymore. A forced social interaction, an ambiguous light named "Ling". In the gentle quagmire of understanding and temptation, he sank step by step, weaving a dangerous balance with lies. He thought he had found a gap to escape reality, but he didn't know that at the end of the gap was an abyss that swallowed everything. When the truth hits like a winter cold wave, the warm home lights suddenly go out, and the illusory comfort dissipates in the morning mist. When the balance he painstakingly maintained completely collapsed, he lost his family, his love, and the entire meaning of being "Kazuo Sato." Finally, he sat alone in an empty room, with the burning cigarette butts between his fingers becoming the only sure glimmer of light in his life. Sorry, Yumiko. Sorry, Aya. Sorry, the child I have never met. I seem to have completely messed up this life that I finally had.