I Am Not A Human Being, Part 2

Jisun no longer knew what to do.

The world moved too quickly around him — a blur of people, obligations, and battles — until he finally realized just how deep the rut was he'd dug for himself.

Training. Missions. Home.

Repeat.

And repeat.

And repeat.

He stood still in the middle of a wide avenue, frozen in place. Around him, people flowed like a river, their faces smudged with shadow, their features indistinguishable.

The sun dipped and rose in moments, days passed in flickers. The crowd blurred into streaks of noise and movement — and not a single person looked back at him.

The only places where he felt even remotely human anymore:

—in the shower,

—on his bed,

—at the kitchen table.

And even there, the camera of his mind sped up. Each cycle faster. Each repetition darker.