The spider webs on the brown glass clung to the window sill with their own rules. The strong wind outside the window was sweeping away the wreckage of the world. A few empty wine bottles were rolling at the feet of the iron trash can that was closer to the eyes. The glass windows of several shops under the building behind it were either letting in the wind or a conglomeration of debris. The dark windows of the building were like caves, making people curious and depressing. The surroundings were so silent that the only sounds he could hear were his own breathing and the whistling of the wind outside the window. The hangover made his head dizzy and hot. He forgot about time and how the world used to work...
As soon as he opened his eyes, he sat up from the bed, and there was another woman covered on the white sheet?
Intention: A double test of personal willpower and gastric digestion ability! The apocalyptic journey of an insecure male protagonist.