[ Thursday, November 28th | 07:32 AM | Inside a City Bus ]

The morning city bus is the best place for humanity to evaporate. It is a testing ground for patience, where souls lost between sleep and reality are packed into a steel tin can, grating on each other's nerves. She wove through the crowd like a swan and stood before the card reader. The start of a perfect day, a perfect commute to school, the perfect daily life of Seol Taerin. That is, until it was shattered by the indifferent mechanical beep of the terminal.

Beep— Insufficient balance.

For a moment, the air in the bus came to a subtle halt. The sound of an insufficient balance—a sound so profoundly common—had rung out from the card of the Student Council President, Seol Taerin. It was a minor mistake, but in her perfect world, it was a disaster on the scale of a planetary collision.