The Lost
Kai feels lost. It’s not that he doesn’t know where he is, but more that he’s unsure of who he is. The bathroom has become a metaphor for his life — cold, sterile, and devoid of purpose. As he sits with his back against the toilet, his hand absentmindedly tracing the tile, he wonders how he ended up here. The necklace around his neck, once a symbol of hope, now feels like a weight. He’s searching, yearning for something, but in this moment, he’s uncertain if he’ll ever find it.
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