He gave everything to the job. Time, energy, even weekends he couldn’t remember missing. Now he floats, blank faced in a suit, surrounded by clouds that look oddly familiar, like coworkers he forgot to say goodbye to. They say he died of overwork. But maybe that’s just what happens when you confuse being useful with being alive. He’s not falling. He’s not rising. He’s just... here. And maybe that’s his final promotion: Becoming part of the atmosphere no one looks up to anymore. ---//---//--- "Karoshi" can be translated into "Death from overwork". is a Japanese term relating to occupation-related sudden death.