The morning after clearing a horrific high school ghost story in a horror game.

Despite surviving the nightmare, the truly terrifying reality was this: I still had to go to work.

And so, I was busily getting ready for my commute.

This time, though, the commute didn’t feel as grueling.

Because I had something I could rely on.

A-grade liquid, brimming in my dreamscape collector.

‘Reassuring.’

I carefully packed the dreamscape collector, filled with golden liquid, into my briefcase.

It was the bounty from a night of labor.

And as I fully sat up in bed, I noticed another “bonus …