Tasua used to be an ordinary researcher at some obscure lab in Germany. Every day of his life passed without a ripple.
Then one day, the subject of his research unexpectedly exploded, and the entire lab went down with it. Tasua successfully, if involuntarily, lost his job.
But it was fine! He soon found a new job!
“What? You want to know if I’m happy with my current job?”
The young man with long, dark blue curls smiled and stretched out his curled-up body.
“Of course I’m happy. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“My coworkers are gorgeous and kind, the very light of my soul. My boss is wise and mighty, and never acts like a total jerk.”
“With such a wonderful work environment within reach, and a wage slave like me who can only stay alive by working on time, of course I’m happy every single day!”
His coworkers on the same tour group were always concerned with when he would be buried. Their every breath practically radiated human kindness.
Aside from the questionable taste in forehead tattoos, his handsome, dashing boss was the perfect partner for the new generation of wage slaves.
If he had any complaints about his current living conditions, they could only be his own fault.
After all, among all these normal people, he was the only one who wasn’t human anymore.
Notes:
[The protagonist has a somewhat peculiar personality and leans dark. He is nonhuman, and there are no romantic pairings in the story.]
[Be kind in the comments. Let’s all get along.]
Theme: Never give up hope.
Theme: Never give up on the hope that exists in the darkness.
