I died suddenly from overwork. When I opened my eyes, I had landed in a bizarre urban novel where everyone was a hypocrite.
I was also bound to a three-year escape System.
[System mission: Discover the truth of the world within three years and successfully escape the world of this book.]
[Failure penalty: Become an NPC forever, living behind a mask until your mind fades away.]
I moved into an old apartment building where everyone was putting on an act.
The neighbors were polished and gentle by day, but their eyes were vacant at night.
My coworkers treated every moment on the job like a performance, and stayed late only to look busy.
The hallways were terrifyingly silent, and sometimes the elevator mirror showed no reflection.
There was no sincerity here, no emotion, only propriety and pretense etched into everyone's bones.
