Morning in the big city.
A grey sky hangs over the city like a damp cloth, its reflection trembling in the mirrored surfaces of office towers. The streets bustle, but nothing feels truly alive.
Kano Rom, clad in a plain grey suit that matches the weather, steps into the glass-and-steel confines of TechnoCorp — the company that's devoured five years of his life.
The office floor is a bleak sea of identical desks. Open space, closed souls. Rows of monitors glow coldly while employees sit, backs hunched, eyes glazed, typing away like machines. As Kano walks in, a few coworkers glance up, their expressions hovering somewhere between apathy and condescension.
"Hey, Kano, can you handle my report? I've got meetings all day," one says, not even looking at him.
"Don't forget the marketing presentation," adds another. "That's your thing, right?"
Kano doesn't answer.
Inside his head, a bitter voice murmurs.
"Of course. Why not? That's what I'm here for — to carry everyone's weight. They know I won't say no. I never do. Coward. Pathetic."
He settles at his desk, a cluttered mess of papers and unspoken frustration. His computer stirs to life with sluggish resistance, and for a moment, his reflection flickers on the dark screen — tired eyes, lifeless posture.
"Just another day in hell. Same grind. Same useless tasks. Coworkers who use me. A boss who hates me. Why am I even alive?"
Footsteps. A shadow looms over his desk.
His manager. Again.
"Kano, the report from yesterday's still unfinished. How many times do I have to remind you? If you can't keep up, maybe you should start looking elsewhere."
"Another job? Who would even take me? I'm worthless. Useless. I shouldn't even exist."
He lowers his head, avoiding eye contact, and nods in silence.
"How many times have I imagined screaming back at him? Telling him what I really think? But no. I stay quiet. Always quiet. Coward."
The day slogs forward, hour by lifeless hour.
Kano moves from task to task like a ghost — unseen, unheard, unimportant.
"Why can't I just leave? Walk away from it all? But go where? I have no dreams. No direction. Just this endless, suffocating routine."
9:45 PM.
The office is nearly empty.
Only Kano remains, still chipping away at work his colleagues dumped on him hours ago.
"They're home by now. With families. With lives. And me? I'm here. Still invisible. Still unwanted."
He shuts down his computer, grabs his worn briefcase, and exits the building.
Tokyo at night greets him with neon lights and the endless drone of traffic. A city that shines — but never warms.
"Maybe tonight something will change. Maybe I'll find a reason to live. But no. That's just a dream. An empty dream."
He descends into the subway.
And there — the scene begins.
Kano Rom stands on the platform, wrapped in silence. Shoulders slumped, eyes locked on the floor. The world around him feels distant, blurry — like he's the only one left in focus.
"Life is like this train... always moving forward, but for me, it's just rails into the void. A loop I'll never escape."
Then — laughter.
Bright and sudden, like a spark in the dark.
A group of young women steps onto the platform, their voices interlacing like a song. Fashionable, confident, full of energy. One walks slightly behind the others — and she catches his eye.
Long, wavy hair tumbles down her back like silk, shimmering under the station lights. Her eyes, wide and luminous, seem to hold galaxies. Her skin glows with an almost surreal smoothness. The black dress she wears hugs her curves — a narrow waist, graceful hips, and a figure that seems sculpted to captivate.
Even among the other beautiful girls, she stands out — like a dream that forgot to stay in someone's imagination.
"Is she... real? She looks like she walked out of a perfect novel. How can anyone look like that?"
She lingers behind, laughing, gently nudging one of her friends in a playful gesture that draws another chorus of giggles. For a fleeting moment, their carefree joy feels like something from a different world — a world Kano knows he'll never reach.
And then — she slips.
Her heels catch on the damp tile, her arms flail instinctively, balance lost—
"—Whoa!"
Kano didn't think. He just ran.
His body lagged behind the urgency in his mind.
"I have to… I have to save her!"
But in his haste, he tripped on the edge of the platform. His legs gave out—and he tumbled forward. His hand reached for the girl, desperate, but instead of pulling her back, he himself slipped and fell.
Straight onto the tracks.
The girl managed to stay on her feet, frozen on the platform, eyes wide in horror as she watched Kano disappear below.
Gasps echoed all around.
The train was already coming—its headlights blinding him, its roaring momentum making his heart stop.
The last thing he saw was her face—shocked, afraid. Her lips moved as if to say something…
But the sound of steel drowned it all out.
Darkness.
Silence.
A void.
Kano Rom floated, weightless, suspended in some endless, shapeless space. No time. No sound. No body. Only thoughts.
Was he dead? Alive?
Or something… else?
Then came the light.
Soft. Warm. But piercing—like the first sunrise after a thousand years of night.
It enveloped him, flooded what was left of his being.
Kano opened his eyes—if these could even be called eyes anymore.
His body had changed.
No.
He had no body.
He was… a cloud. A small, fluffy, semi-transparent puff.
"What?! What is this?! I'm a cloud?! Is this a dream?! Is this hell?! I didn't do anything that bad… okay, maybe I did eat that slice of cake from the office fridge—but come on! That's not a death sentence! Can someone explain what the hell is going on?!"
He spun around in the air, helpless, flailing like a balloon in a wind tunnel. His movements were chaotic. So were his thoughts.
—"Hello?! Anyone?! Is this a prank? Am I on some hidden camera show?! I—I'm not ready to die!"
And then—
A sound.
Laughter.
Not just any laughter.
Velvety, silken, warm. It wrapped around him like honey. For a moment, his thoughts melted into it.
From the laughter, a voice emerged.
—"Shhh… calm down, little puff. There's no need to panic."
The light brightened.
It shifted.
Took shape.
And then—she appeared.
Her arrival shattered any logic he still clung to.
She wasn't born—she was sculpted from radiance itself, as if the universe had decided to show off.
"That waist… is that even possible? She looks like she was carved from white marble by the gods themselves. Those hips—round, perfect, like they hold the strength of oceans. And her breasts… full, divine, balanced like the world was designed around them. And that glow…"
She smiled, and somehow he knew she had heard every single word.
She moved like air was made to carry her.
She was a goddess. No doubt about it.
—"Well, little cloud," she said, her smile playful, almost teasing,
"Speechless? That's normal. You're not the first to get lost looking at me. But don't worry—I don't bite… unless asked nicely."
She leaned in, her fingers brushing his fuzzy form.
"Is she flirting? Or is this some divine prank?! Her touch—it's like a jolt of electricity!"
And then—her face changed.
A sudden shift.
Her eyes turned cold. Her voice, firm.
—"Focus, you idiot. You're not here to ogle. We don't have time for your dumb inner monologue. You've got a job to do."
—"Oh please," her voice morphed, light and cheeky again.
"You're such a bore, miss smarty-pants! What did he ever do to you? Let him enjoy the view. I might just keep him here with me forever. Wouldn't that be nice, sweet cloud?"
—"Uhh… Are you… talking to yourself? Is that… normal?"
They began arguing. With themselves.
Kano just hovered, utterly lost.
"Yup. I've gone insane. Definitely hell. No demons—just a split-personality goddess with a sense of humor."