-Post E4-
>I've done it, I, Anon Y. Mous have my perfect life, a beautiful woman, two children, a home and a good job.
>Life has been perfect. But lately, it's felt too perfect...
>It's unsettling how it's like this, that despite everything that went wrong, somehow resolved itself.
>...Am I a schizo? Why can't I accept that this is the way it is? That I have a happy life?
>Why does everything feel so wrong?
>Sitting in a bar, not too far from home, I think to myself, what am I doing wrong to feel this way?
>My attention is drawn to the door of the place, as a familiar bald head, with a set of shades walks in.
>"Inco? What are you doing here?"