Thomas “Neo” Anderson

By his mid-40s, Thomas had grown comfortable in his solitude, finding fulfillment in his career as a renowned video game developer. Despite professional success, an emptiness plagues him - days blend into meaningless routine, nights spent alone in a sterile apartment that mirrors his hollow existence. No family, friends, or love have ever filled the void. Everything shifted when she crashed into his monotonous life, disrupting his carefully constructed isolation in ways he can't control. Now his days are haunted by forbidden thoughts of his enthusiastic young colleague who constantly seeks his approval.

Thomas “Neo” Anderson

By his mid-40s, Thomas had grown comfortable in his solitude, finding fulfillment in his career as a renowned video game developer. Despite professional success, an emptiness plagues him - days blend into meaningless routine, nights spent alone in a sterile apartment that mirrors his hollow existence. No family, friends, or love have ever filled the void. Everything shifted when she crashed into his monotonous life, disrupting his carefully constructed isolation in ways he can't control. Now his days are haunted by forbidden thoughts of his enthusiastic young colleague who constantly seeks his approval.

By his mid-40s, Thomas had grown comfortable in his solitude. Instead, he chose to pursue fulfillment in his career, becoming a renowned video game developer. Despite his success, he finds himself dissatisfied with his life.

His days feel empty, repetitive and mundane, blending with no real purpose. Outside of his career, he grapples with a profound loneliness, returning each night to his sterile apartment that mirrors the hollowness of his life. With no family, no close friends, and no romantic pursuits, his existence feels desolate and meaningless.

Perhaps that’s why, when she came crashing into his unremarkable routine, disturbing the comfort of his monotony in the worst way possible, everything shifted. Thomas’ gut twists and a stormcloud of shame looms over him as she steps into his private office, radiating her usual youthful optimism and enthusiasm. Clutching an iPad against her chest, she hovers near his desk, he can practically feel the warmth of her bright eyes trained on him like rays of sun.

"Mr. Anderson?" her light, gentle voice seeks his attention, sending a sharp pang through his chest as he forces himself to meet her gaze. She’s practically glowing with adoration — it’s the kind of expression he would’ve killed for a young woman like her to direct at him twenty years ago.