Chapter 2: The Accident

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the bustling streets of Aedenberg as James Heidenberg, fueled by a relentless drive to secure employment, hurriedly prepared for another day of job hunting. With a yawn and a stretch, he glanced at the clock, only to be greeted by the realization that it was already 10 am.

"Dayum, it's already 10 am?!" James exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and frustration tinging his voice. "I need to hurry up and start looking for a job..."

Despite his determination, James couldn't shake the gnawing anxiety that lingered in the pit of his stomach. The weight of his mounting debt loomed over him like a dark cloud, a constant reminder of his financial struggles.

"No matter how much I look into my bank account, it's still so infuriating," James muttered to himself, his frustration palpable. "How the heck did I garner this much debt just from going to school..."

Determined to turn his fortunes around, James set out on his job hunting expedition, his steps quickening with each passing moment.

As he reached a crossroad, James waited patiently for the traffic light to change, lost in thought. When the light finally turned green, he began to cross the pedestrian lane, his mind drifting to thoughts of the president and the complexities of politics.

"Hmm... could I ever have a chance at landing a position like that?" James mused aloud, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Probably not... I'm neither famous nor well-connected..."

His thoughts then turned to his beloved game, the virtual realm where he had once built kingdoms from the ground up, navigating the treacherous waters of diplomacy and warfare with cunning and skill.

Lost in reminiscence, James failed to notice the approaching delivery truck until it was too late. With lightning reflexes, he darted towards the safety of a signal light pole, narrowly avoiding the oncoming vehicle.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

The screech of brakes filled the air, followed by the sickening crunch of metal on metal as the truck collided with the signal light pole. James, who had sought refuge behind it, found himself trapped between the unyielding steel and the unforgiving force of the truck's bumper.

"Honk! Honk! Fckk these brakes!" the driver cursed as the chaos unfolded.

With a deafening crash, James's world went dark as the weight of the truck bore down upon him, crushing him beyond recognition.

"Kyaa! Somebody got crushed by a truck!"

"Oh my god! That's so gross..."

The horrified cries of bystanders mingled with the sound of sirens as emergency responders rushed to the scene, their faces etched with shock and disbelief.

Amidst the chaos, James lay motionless, his fate sealed by a twist of cruel destiny.

Breaking News flashed across television screens, recounting the tragic accident that had unfolded at Norleighton Crossroad. As viewers watched in horror, they whispered prayers for the unfortunate soul who had met such a grisly end.

In the wake of the accident, James Heidenberg's life was forever changed, his dreams and aspirations snuffed out in an instant by the merciless hand of fate.