I always did enough.

  My grades in school? Enough.

  University? Enough.

  Work? Enough.

  Even when opportunities appeared, I rarely took them. I always told myself, This is enough for me.

  A figure floated in a white room, staring into nothing—just endless whiteness.

  After all those struggles… after the humiliations… the bowing,i always told myself that enough and the enduring—

  Hmph.

  I can’t believe it.

  Why am I even here? Where is this place?

  After getting promoted… oh. I remember. I had a party.

  ???: W–what?

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  Boss: You heard me right. You’re getting a promotion.

  ???: Really?!

  Boss: Yeah. Don’t you trust your boss? You deserve it.

  (The same boss who said, “Just do this light work and go home,” which ended up taking two days.)

  ???: Thank you.

  A few moments later—

  ???: Hey, guys! Let’s go drink. It’s on me.

  His friends burst into laughter.

  Friend: YOU? The one who always says, “Spending anything on partying is enough” wants to party?

  Ah… the sun will rise from the west tomorrow! Hahaha!

  After the party, he was talking on the phone.

  ???: Yeah, babe. I finally got the promotion I was aiming for.

  Now we can get married, right?

  Girlfriend: Yeah! Fina—hey, what’s that sound?

  It’s like a horn—

  SCREEECH—CRASH.

  Oh… now I remember.

  I was talking on the phone.

  And I died.

  Huh?

  Guess I was too drunk to notice I was standing in the middle of the road. Didn’t even hear the honk.

  Suddenly, something a voice came out of the whiteness.

  A voice spoke.

  THE Voice: So you’ve accepted it—you’re dead, huh?

  That took some time.

  I’m sorry, but as you already know, you are dead.

  You may be asking, Where is this place? Who am I?

  Well… I am—