Me Against the Comments
At one in the morning, the neighbor upstairs suddenly knocked on my door. He said there was a leak in his apartment and asked if our place had been affected.
I was just about to open the door when my vision was flooded with comments.
[Open the door, and you're dead! That man outside is not your neighbor!]
[Didn't the old man upstairs who lived alone go to Marcasia last week to find his new love interest? There shouldn't be anyone up there at all!]
I immediately pulled away from the doorknob.
At that moment, an emergency notice popped up in the residential property chat.
[Unit 1307 has a burst pipe with severe leakage. Property management will inspect the building's water system.]
[Is anyone home in 1207? We need to check whether your ceiling is leaking. Please open the door.]
Unit 1207 was my place.
The comments flooded my vision again.
[What kind of property management does inspections at one in the morning? They're in on it together!]
[Bea, stay hidden! Your destined man will descend from the heavens to save you!]
I nodded solemnly, as if I was taking them very seriously.
I turned around and grabbed my climbing rope. Amid the hysterical screaming of the comments, I leapt straight off the balcony.
I'm someone who got a second life.
Last time around, my entire life was ruined by listening to these brain-dead comments.
This time, I'd rather die from the fall than end up as a breeding machine again.