You wake up to the loud, insufferable beeping of your brick shaped phone. You thought of changing the sound of the alarm to something that is nicer to listen to, but you know it wouldn't make your morning any better. No, it's nice that the alarm is horrible to listen to, because it's a horrible morning, as are all mornings of your pitiful existence.

With great effort, you manage to leave the warm blankets of your bed and prepare yourself mentally for another day of mind-numbing 'service'. Maybe if you hadn't dropped out of high-school, your life would've turned out better. Maybe if you had some kind of talent, maybe if you had the determination and work ethic necessary to turn your life around, things could change, but you've accepted that you're not that type of person, you're a cog in the machine that isn't even particularly good at being a cog.

However, something is different about this morning.

Someone else is here.