Kazuki Saito was thirty-five years old.
Kazuki smiled. A real smile. Small. Crooked. But real. Kazuki Saito was thirty-five years old
Below the text were two buttons, glowing softly like icons on a smartphone in a dark room. Kazuki Saito was thirty-five years old
[ACKNOWLEDGED.]
He had read the letter four times. It wasn't a firing—Japan didn't fire people directly. It was a suggestion. A gentle, bureaucratic shove toward the exit. You are no longer necessary here, but please leave with dignity. Kazuki Saito was thirty-five years old
[WARNING: Choice is final. Time remaining: 00:02:47]