He looked at his hands. Thirty-five years old. Soft palms. No calluses from meaningful labor. No scars from adventure.
Kazuki smiled. A real smile. Small. Crooked. But real. He looked at his hands
That's when the air in front of his refrigerator split open. No calluses from meaningful labor
At 34, his girlfriend of two years—a quiet librarian named Yuki—had said, "I don't think you're happy, Kazuki. And I don't think you know what would make you happy." She wasn't cruel. She was accurate. That made it worse. A real smile
[ RETAIN: Continue current life ] [ REBIRTH: Begin new life in alternate world ]
[CLARIFICATION: This is a Contractual Offer. Origin: Inter-Dimensional Soul Registry. Reason: Prevent soul entropy due to narrative stagnation. Summary: Your current life trajectory has reached a Dead End. Please choose.]
