After working overtime and dying of overwork, a beam of light brought me back.
They say I am the last giant of light on this planet.
But I can't even pay next month's rent.
Now, a sixty-meter-tall monster is breathing fire in the city center, and my boss is yelling at me on the phone:
"No matter what reason you use, get back to your work station within ten minutes, or get out."
I looked at the hot transformer and then at the reminder note on my phone.
Forget it, take a leave first.
