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Lost in Tomorrow

Joon never had an easy life. Growing up in a struggling village, where water was scarce and survival was a daily battle, he knew the value of every grain of rice, every drop of sweat. But one night, he closed his eyes in his small, broken home… and woke up in a world that wasn’t his own.

A future so advanced it felt like a dream—until he realized the nightmare beneath it.

People live in luxury, but they are nothing more than prisoners of their own screens. Their minds are empty, filled only with advertisements and meaningless entertainment. No one thinks. No one questions. No one lives.

And somehow, Joon has a power he never had before—he can hear their thoughts. But their thoughts are not their own.

Desperate to find a way back home, Joon stumbles upon a shocking truth: he is not the only one from the past. Somewhere in this soulless world, another traveler exists—one with telekinetic abilities. But where is he? And why were they brought here?

As Joon searches for answers, he realizes something terrifying: this world isn’t just a dystopian future—it’s a carefully controlled experiment. And now that he’s awake, they are watching.

With a relentless AI hunting him, a mysterious girl who seems to know more than she says, and time running out, Joon must uncover the secrets of this world before he loses himself to it.

Because in a place where no one remembers what it means to be human, the cost of freedom might be his own mind.

Lost in Tomorrow

The air was heavy with the weight of an unspoken truth. Joon walked through the neon-lit alleyways, the city's artificial glow reflecting in his tired eyes. He felt the emptiness of the world more than ever. The people locked in their luxury, living but not truly alive. The monotony of their existence gnawed at him.

For days, he had been pushing forward, trying to find a clue about the telekinetic traveler, but all he found was more silence. The Architects controlled everything—every whisper, every thought, every movement. And the more Joon tried to dig, the more resistance he faced.

Tonight, however, something felt different.

A sudden wave of dizziness hit him, his mind spiraling as a flood of memories clawed their way to the surface. Faces blurred, voices echoed. He clutched his head, staggering against a cold steel wall.

A fragment of a memory—someone familiar, someone important. A girl. Her voice lingered like a melody he couldn't quite recall. A whisper in the depths of his subconscious.

Joon gasped, the pain subsiding as quickly as it had arrived. He clenched his fists, frustration boiling in his veins. He had spent so long searching for answers, but now he questioned if he had been looking in the wrong places all along.

Just then, a shuffling sound behind him.

Joon turned swiftly. A shadow darted between the gaps in the towering structures, fast but deliberate. He took a step forward, his heart pounding. The Architects' enforcers? Or something else?

Joon bolted, his instincts screaming at him to follow. His footsteps echoed in the dead streets as he maneuvered through the maze-like cityscape. Whoever it was, they were leading him somewhere.

Finally, the chase ended in an abandoned underground station. The air was thick with dust and memories of a forgotten era. Joon's eyes adjusted to the dimness, scanning for any sign of movement.

He turned to see a figure stepping out of the darkness, their face concealed beneath the hood of a tattered cloak. But it wasn't their presence that shook him—it was the way their words felt like they were pulling something out of him, something buried deep.

"Who are you?" Joon demanded, his voice steady despite the unease creeping into his bones.

The figure pulled back their hood, revealing a pair of piercing, knowing eyes. A scar ran across their cheek, a mark of survival in a world that had forgotten how to fight.

"You're searching for the truth," they said, "but you don't realize... it's already inside you."

Joon's breath hitched. He clenched his fists, his mind racing. Was this another trick of the Architects? Or was this person the key to unraveling the mysteries that had entangled him since the moment he woke up in this world?

Before he could ask another question, the stranger reached into their cloak and pulled something out—a small, glowing shard. It pulsed with an energy Joon had never felt before, yet it was oddly familiar.

The stranger smirked. "Do you know what this is?"

Joon didn't answer. He could only stare as a single thought whispered in the depths of his mind, unbidden and terrifying.

His chest tightened. If that was the Wish Stone... then who was this person? And more importantly—

Why did it feel like he had met them before?