Brett’s POV

　　I sat at my desk in the dimly lit office, my fingers dancing across the keyboard as I tirelessly worked on the latest project. I had always been known for my dedication to my work, pouring every ounce of my creativity into each task. The clock on the wall ticked away, unaware of the inner turmoil brewing within me.

　　Lost in the labyrinth of my thoughts, my focus faltered. I found myself staring blankly at the screen, my mind wandering to places it ...