On a normal everyday evening, under the clear spring sky, a young salaryman in his mid-twenties makes his way up a slope within the city. Dressed in a simple suit and tie, with a briefcase in his right, he struggles with his climb up the slope.
Salaryman: Argh. This damn slope is getting harder to climb everyday. I swear it must be growing, or something. Huff, huff. I don't remember it being this steep when I first moved here.
The salaryman takes a break holding his knees, halfway up the slope. People looks at him weirdly as they breeze past him walking up the slope. After a few moment he continues his climb.
Salaryman: Huff..huff..huff. Just a few more steps till the top.
He takes a step forward, but it looks as if he miss the ground and steps on air instead. His head falls straight towards the ground.
Salaryman: Huh? Why’s the ground so clo… (Thud).
The salaryman faints on the slope.
