Five years ago, I first noticed something was wrong. That day, I stayed up all night writing a novel in an Internet cafe. At three o'clock in the morning, the person on the machine next door suddenly stood up and stared at the screen in a daze. I thought he was being abused by the boss and didn't care. As a result, he looked back at me with that look - like looking at a dead person.
The news the next day said that a man died suddenly in an Internet cafe and rescue efforts failed.
