No Cry for Alert

The sun hung high in the sky, pouring golden rays over the bustling city. The hum of cars blended with distant chatter and the clatter of footsteps—typical afternoon noise in a place that never seemed to rest. Lee Seung entered his small, dimly lit apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. Dropping his bag onto the worn-out couch, he let out a deep breath and headed straight for his gaming setup.

'A few rounds won't hurt,' he thought, powering up his computer. The screen flickered to life, bathing his face in a cool blue glow as the familiar game menu appeared.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard and mouse. In minutes, he was absorbed in the virtual world, where winning came as naturally as breathing. Hours slipped by unnoticed, and it wasn't until he let out a tired yawn that he checked the time.

"Already two hours?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Time flies, huh?"