At twenty-six, after five years of spreadsheets and fluorescent lights, his world had shrunk to the size of a cubicle. The only colors he saw were the blue glow of his monitor and the gray of rain-smeared windows. He used to devour manga until 3 a.m., his heart racing during Naruto ’s final valley fight or sobbing through Your Lie in April . Now, even opening a book felt like a chore.