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Hugo paced his room like a restless tiger, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the small, cluttered space.
His desk was covered in empty soda cans and crumpled papers, while the glow of the system screen floated in front of him, taunting him with its endless list of options.
"Why are there so many damn options?" he groaned, staring at the glowing system panel in front of him.
It wasn't fair—having options was supposed to be a good thing, but here he was, paralysed by choice.
He threw himself onto his bed, staring at the ceiling as if it had the answers. "You know, human psychology is so dumb," he muttered.
"When there are only two or three choices, it's easy—pick one and move on. But when there are twenty or fifty? Suddenly, your brain's like, 'What if I pick the wrong one and ruin my life?'"
He slapped his forehead. "Why am I like this?"