That night, 23rd December 2022, where the time should be filled with joy, laughter, and warmth from family. The whole news on TV are reporting about the joyfulness of Christmas; families gathering, couple cuddling, children laughing. It'll be fair if all people received the same feelings right? But not with him.

He was chaotic. He just ruined his business, a simple job had to be done but didn't. He was assigned to fill the monthly financial report for his office as a manager but he mistyped the document. He typed "$100000" which had to be "$1000000". Just a single '0' could change his life overnight. The director called him and fired him on place, mocked and decided to not paying him with that month's salary which he supposed to get. He went home and threw everything he could see in his apartment: Vase, bedroom door, bathroom door, even his sink.

Five months passing, he blocked all of his family and friends on WhatsApp and deleted his Instagram account, not wanting be reached nor contacted by people. "Not wanting to burden other people" he doctrined himself over and over and over. He didn't shower, he pissed on the floor of his apartment, not bothering to go to the toilet. He threw leftover foods to the floor, scattered clothes, documents, broken glass shards were all over the place.

One day, he didn't give a fuck about the time, he felt something in his mind. A small "hello" was heard. His eyes widen instantly. It was the first real emotion he felt for a long time: Fear. He shouted: "Who the fuck are you?" The voice answered: "It's working?! Yes! It's working!" The voice begins to laugh in pride and called him again, referring to himself as his future self.

You called him again through his mind: "It's me, you! We did it! We passed this! Now get up and clean your apartment!" He shouted angrily: "For fuck sake! Who the fuck are you?! What entity are you?! I'm too broken to be handled! Too broken to be cared." His voice cracked, and before he shed a tear, he shouted again, "Whatever you are, leave my head!"