Yugan:
Well… I just told the world how to live.A human-less world.I was on air—worldwide.
Now it's hitting me. What if the guy who caused all this is watching that broadcast? What if there is some secret society behind this? Or was it just the alcohol talking—pushing me into that god-complex mode?
Now that I'm sober, the confidence is gone. Everything feels heavier. Quieter. Almost… depressing.
Is this what sobriety does here? Or am I just exhausted?
Do I need another drink to get that energy back? Or should I face reality and survive without numbing it?
Humans are trained from childhood. There's always a mould—school, college, job, marriage, house, kids, retirement, death.Everyone follows it without questioning.
And now that mould is gone.
This sudden freedom… it's tiring. I don't even know what kind of life I'm supposed to live anymore. I don't know what the future looks like.
Wait—hold on.Am I slipping into depression?
Dude, you could've been dead by now. Forget the suicide shit. You're alive. Just live. What's the worst that can happen? You'll die? Disappear like the other billion people already did?
I think I should find a place to watch the broadcast I made.Maybe with a drink in my hand, it'll finally make some sense.
Big hotels are perfect for this.They always have massive screens—giant TVs meant for matches, celebrations, people coming together.
( Automatic glass doors opening by themselves.)
I never really belonged in places like this before.
Now?
( Yugan smirks.)
I'm kind of the owner now.I could bathe in the fountain.I could piss on the reception floor.No one's here to restrict me.No rules. No guards. No shame.
It's barely a hundred meters away…but I won't walk.
( Car door opening.)
How does a king walk to a hotel?
(Engine starts.)
(Cut: Car accelerating toward the hotel entrance.)
He arrives.
I can see the big TV at the reception.It's perfect.
But… I don't want to watch it here.I feel weird. Shy, almost.
(Cut: Empty reception. Echoing footsteps.)
I head toward the bar instead.If there's a TV there, that would be lucky.
(Cut: Bar counter. Rows of bottles. Silence.)
Yeah… this is better.
The beer taps behind the bar are still running.The keg system—that's what they call it, right?Looks like someone left it on.
It's a five-star hotel.Of course it's running non-stop.Luxury doesn't know when to shut down.
(Cut: Beer flowing into a glass.)
I guess I can switch it off later…or maybe I'll just save some beer for the rest of my days.
(Beat.)
The TV projection comes on.
Some channels glow blue.Static. No faces. No anchors.
(Remote clicks echo.)
A few more clicks…I know my channel is coming.
And suddenly—I'm scared.
(Cut: TV flickers.)
I don't know how I'm going to watch this.
That costume…I never imagined I'd appear on a TV channel wearing that.Not even in a bedroom.Not even in complete privacy.
(Channel switches.)
There it is.
The channel I spoke on.
As expected, it's looping.Again and again.No ads. No interruptions.
That's probably the only good thing right now.
(Cut: Close-up of TV.)
My face looks terrible.Unshaven. Drunk.The costume looks ridiculous.
I look like someone who shouldn't be giving advice to the world.
(Beat.)
And yet… it keeps playing.
On repeat.