Prologue

Life was a bitch. Or at least that's what he told himself every day. Jack was an ordinary guy, more or less. And this ordinary guy stood outside a coffee shop holding a cup of cappuccino in hand.

The man, Jack Hoff, sighed. Looking up at the sky, he thought about it. That's what he had been telling himself about life since he was a kid. As he lost himself in thought.

Ever since he was a kid, life's been a bitch to him. His own mom tried to sell him off due to being unable to pay off the gambling debt she acquired. If it wasn't for his grandpa, even he had no idea where he would be.

Jack looked up to his grandpa a lot; he was the smartest man Jack knew and the wisest one. He was the one Jack always relied on and saw as his family. So his grandfather's death when he graduated was indeed a bad memory that still lingered in his mind.

But that has been a few years; as of now, at least he landed a good job. Although his love life was drier than the Sahara desert. Well, he wouldn't exactly blame himself for that even when it totally was his own fault.

Talking to women was a hard thing, okay, and even at the times at which he could, his poor social skills messed up stuff. He either ended up scaring them away or seeming too uninterested or stoic for their liking. Women were hard to understand, it seemed.

Well, life was a bitch, as he said. He finally snapped back to reality when he noticed something. He had a hot cappuccino in one hand as his eyes seemed more tense than usual.

He was a tall man with 185 cm of height backing him up, but his height wasn't even his most striking feature. No, that had to be his eyes. He didn't know if it was genetic or he inherited it from somewhere. His eyes were almost a golden color that stood out a lot; it was probably a genetic mutation. People often said that they were jealous of how cool they were, but he himself knew what he faced as a child due to them. He would wear contacts, but the safety was questionable without an actual reason, honestly.

As he looked up at the blue sky, for some reason, he just felt extra tired today; however, he won't be getting a chance to relax.

Back to what he noticed that made him snap out of his daze. Jack's eyes noticed something in the sky, or rather something near a building's rooftop. It seemed like a person was about to jump off the roof. There might have been a hint of jealousy in Jack's eyes at that moment. He was too much of a coward to try anything like that. Should he help? Probably. Would he? Not really. Let the man who wants to be free be free.

But Jack felt something was wrong. The man's face turned to him, and every single fiber in Jack's body told him to run away as far as he could, but to no avail. His body won't even move the moment his eyes fell on Jack. He felt like killing himself might be the best choice. Alas, panic was not the best friend of those in tense situations.

The man stared down at Jack, but he was far away so Jack wasn't sure of the expression on that man's face… if that was even a man to begin with. Jack felt terrified in the moment. There were not a lot of times he would say he had found himself helpless, but locking eyes with that man felt like one of those moments.

He found his whole body's weight suddenly fell down on his lungs. He couldn't breathe as if the air was refusing to enter his lungs at that moment. He clutched his chest tightly or rather the fabric of his shirt.

To any passerby, it would look like he was having a panic attack or a heart attack even in the middle of the street. However, no one came to help him. It wasn't because everyone was an asshole. I mean, they were, but everyone was busy staring at the sky. More specifically, the orb of flaming gases they called the sun as it turned red.

Jack was trying his best to keep himself from passing out. He was already on his knees gasping for air as he heard loud thuds all around him. He was conscious enough to realize they all were falling unconscious. Even he himself was having a hard time holding onto it.

His mind wasn't working properly. So there was no way for him to help them let alone himself as he took breaths gasping for air until ultimately he also, like everybody else, fell down.

But just before his eyes would close, he heard a ting sound and a screen materialized in front of him. He didn't have the time nor the mental capacity to see what it was but all he was able to read was

[THE TUTORIAL HAS BEGUN]