MSI bein' a lazy bones, rollin' in bed half-asleep, when this weird vibe hit me. Like someone’s kickin' me in the ribs, but it ain't no one. I open one eye, then the other, still dark out. Just the glow from the fridge light leakin' through the curtains. Glance at the clock, 5:17 AM. Nowhere to be goin', nowhere to be.

Just as I'm driftin' back off, this voice whispers in my head, clear as day, nothin' like the static I usually get. It's sharp, like a knife, sayin', "Awake, fool. The world needs you again."

I'm like, "Huh? Who the hell are you?" But no answer. Just this weird presence, pushin' me outta bed. I stumble to the bathroom, splash water on my face, try to wake the damn brain up. The voice gets louder, urgent. "Choice. Limited. Take it or leave it."

Choice? What choice? I'm just some guy runnin' a damn noodle shop on the outskirts of Azure City. My life's as boring as possible. The only excitement is when Mrs. Gao argues 'bout the rent again or when the neighborhood drunks show up for another round of free eats.