The sound of water droplets echoed faintly through the opulent 10th-floor apartment as Alex stepped out of his private bathroom, a towel draped casually around his neck.
His skin steamed faintly, his silver hair damp and tousled, framing his face with accidental perfection. The warm lights of the room reflected gently off the polished marble floors.
He stretched his arms above his head, letting out a long sigh.
"Ahhh, yeah... I feel very refreshed."
As he reached for his EtherPad on the nearby table, he called out, "Zara, what's the time?"
The gentle voice of his AI assistant echoed through the room.
{It is currently 10:07 PM, April 24th.}
Alex paused mid-motion, blinking.
"It's already night, huh?"
But then, something clicked in his mind.
"...Wait—what did you say the date was?"
{April 24th.}
Alex froze.
"...Crap!" he shouted, gripping his head in panic. "How the hell did I forget that?!"
