The sudden ring of the phone jolted Minh out of his haunting daydream about the past. Blinking a few times, he struggled to ground himself back in the present—a spacious office filled with the relentless clatter of keyboards and the cold glare of fluorescent lights. Minh's job as a production assistant at a major company had once been a dream come true, but now it had devolved into a never-ending cycle of exhaustion.

On the surface, everything appeared glamorous, but Minh knew all too well that beneath the facade lay a tangled web of underground deals and shady contracts that he had to handle daily. Ruthless cost-cutting decisions, secret agreements with untrustworthy partners—everything made him feel like he was sinking deeper into a bottomless pit. Minh had once believed he could control it all, but each day, he realized more and more that he was just a small cog in this vast machine.

He let out a quiet sigh. To those on the outside, Minh appeared to be a successful man, but he knew better than anyone that this success was merely a mask hiding the emptiness and deep-seated fear within. Lately, his sleep had become increasingly restless. Strange dreams haunted him, making him question whether everything he was living was nothing more than an extended nightmare.

These questions echoed in Minh's mind every day. He knew it was time to find some answers. And they weren't to be found in the numbers or contracts he dealt with daily, but in a place much deeper, much darker—a place where the past and his dreams began to intertwine and tighten their grip on him.

Minh looked into the mirror, seeing his reflection in the expensive suit he wore, but his eyes were empty, devoid of any light. He asked himself: Why am I here? What am I searching for?