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And so, you begin to dream.
<span class="mu-i">Another day, another dollar. That's the motto you repeat to yourself over and over again. Another boring eight hour shift down the drain. At least being an accountant pays well enough. Better than being a burger flipper like a good chunk of your family.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You exit the monolith of pain and suffering you call your 'workplace'. The sun bears down upon the earth with inhuman indifference at your suffering. The air in front of you shimmers and waves, wrapping under the heat. Your vision goes blurry for a moment.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You wipe your eyes that are now stinging with salt water. Your brow is caked in a sticky layer of sweat that can't quite evaporate away due to how humid it is today. God, you wished you lived closer to a desert, those usually have drier heat.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Your legs move on their own. You have to get to a bus stop. They usually have AC, even if it's weak and sucky and just plain back. The shimmering heat in the air, plus the fact you're only running on 4 hours of sleep today, makes it hard to see or think clearly.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You take a turn down an alleyway you don't quite remember being there before. You take the same route every single day, you don't even know why you're heading down there.</span>
<span class="mu-i">It provides a little shade from the oppressive sun but you still feel awful. Your suit clings to your tanned body like saran wrap and your briefcase's new found weight would put Sisyphus' stone to shame.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Whatever. You'll find a bus stop on the other side and you'll get home. Doesn't matter.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You barely notice the graffiti caking the walls of the alleyway. Piles on piles of discarded trash, including syringes, litter the floor. Every step you take makes an awful crunching sound as your dress shoe turns a syringe into dust.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You quicken up the pace but you soon find it to be fruitless. You got yourself lost in a mess of interconnected alleyways. Great. Guess all you can do is go straight until you can find something.</span>
<span class="mu-i">It's not long after you set foot on trying to find a way out before you find something odd. You find yourself in front of an abandoned warehouse that you think you heard about from one of your coworkers.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Apparently it used to be operated by a company somehow out of Japan but for whatever reason, they stopped doing business here about a few days ago.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Sweat oozes down the back of your neck. You could use some shade. Not like anyone would notice if you broke in, right?</span>
<span class="mu-i">The side entrance isn't even locked. It takes a moment to slide the shutter up but soon enough, you're inside the warehouse itself.</span>
<span class="mu-i">It's what you expected from something abandoned on short notice. The whole place is lined edge to edge with shelves that stretch all the way to their ceiling. Forgotten boxes filled with whatever products the company stole still line the shelves.</span>
<span class="mu-i">It's still hot in here but it's slightly more tolerable than staying outside.</span>
