The TV screen fell.

“Hah…”

I exhaled and slumped onto the floor.

The cold tiles of the cramped train bathroom grounded me back to reality the moment my hands touched them.

Or at least, I thought so—

“Well understood, Soleum.”

In the next instant, I was standing in a cozy studio.

No, this was originally a studio.

This small, warm space had no audience yet. Only two plush armchairs sat facing each other.

And across from me stood the poised, TV-headed host, holding out a hand.

“You seem quite tense… Why don’t you sit down? Fix your clothes, clean up …