William slowly opened his eyes and sat up from his bed.
The dark circles under his eyes made it painfully obvious that he'd been gaming on his computer until sunrise.
He'd realized sometime after his tenth birthday that life was unbearably boring, with nothing to enjoy except video games. Unfortunately, the games he played weren't exactly masterpieces—most of them were trashy hentai titles.
William was, frankly, a piece of trash himself—just a sixteen-year-old student who had never had a friend, let alone a girlfriend. Even his parents had given up on him and decided to "invest" in his younger brother instead.
He threw on his school uniform—the one he only washed once a month, and even that was under protest. Iron it? Not a chance.
He was hopelessly chained to one deadly sin: laziness.
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Leaving the house, William dragged himself down the street toward school, walking with a wide, lazy stride.
As he shuffled forward, his foot nudged something on the ground, sending it rolling ahead of him.
An old cellphone?
He smirked.
> "Who even uses these relics anymore?"
Then he noticed the text glowing on the cracked screen:
> You can't escape. This is the result of your laziness. Fifty days left until death.
A tiny frown tugged at his lips. The words were… unsettling. Still, he wasn't sure if it was serious—after all, he had been a prank caller more times than he could count.
> (Nice try, buddy. I'm a pro at this stuff. You think you can scare me?)
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he kept walking.
But inside, he was… startled. Confused. And maybe just a little afraid.
His heartbeat quickened, but he tried to play it cool. While wrestling with his thoughts, he suddenly realized—he'd made it to school.
> (Finally…)
He'd never been so happy to arrive at the gates.
In the classroom, he dropped into his seat. A few minutes later, the teacher walked in.
"Good morning, everyone."
"Good morning, teacher," the class replied in unison.
William's was notably weaker:
> "Mooorning, teacher…"
The teacher continued, "Alright, open your math books to page fifty and look at question fifty. It says, 'Carlos's grandfather is fifty years old. If he had been born five years ago, how old would he be?'"
William suddenly hated the number fifty more than anything in the world.
The reason?
Obvious—he was scared.
His head throbbed, and suddenly he blurted out, far louder than intended:
> "Enough already! Fifty, fifty, fifty—!"
Everyone turned to stare.
"…Sorry. Didn't sleep well last night," he muttered.
The class returned to normal.
But William could feel it—today, something about school was different.
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