Returning to the apartment that night, Lucien collapsed onto the bed, his eyes glued to the ceiling. He was exhausted yet entirely unable to sleep, and that halfway sensation was incredibly uncomfortable. Outside, it was already pitch black; the city lights flickered through the small window, but he had no desire to admire them.
There were far too many things that needed to be done, making Lucien's mind spin for a moment. Suddenly, he wondered if, in this world or his future worlds, there would ever be someone who went mad and rebelled against the fate of the world.
Ugh, if someone rebelled against the fate of the world, wouldn't that person themselves be the main character? Then who would he be serving?
