Semua Bab Lucid Curse: Bab 1 - Bab 3

“SELENA COLLINS! WHERE ARE THE DOCUMENTS?!” The walls of Vermillion Cyberspace trembled like they'd heard the voice of the apocalypse. An apocalypse wearing a black suit, brooding intensity, and enough passive-aggressive rage to power a small country. Inside his glass-walled office, CEO Theo van Gogh. Yes, that van Gogh—no, not the painter, but equally dramatic. He stood like an avenging spirit of corporate efficiency. Papers rustled in fear. Coffee machines in the break room paused mid-brew. Somewhere on the 11th floor, an intern dropped his mug and whispered, “He’s summoning her again.” Cue the flustered arrival of Selena Collins—overworked, underpaid, and currently balancing exactly nine folders, two iced coffees, and the crushing weight of capitalism on her narrow shoulders. “I—I’ve got them!” she gasped, bursting through the doors like a tornado of paper cuts and caffeine. A folder instantly betrayed her, exploding in a blizzard of quarterly reports across the polished

Selena stared at her computer screen like it was slowly unraveling her will to live. The data wasn't making sense. The report was half-corrupted. Her email client refused to open unless offered blood or human sacrifice. But wors was the strange, slithering pressure blooming behind her forehead. Like a whisper made of static. Like something ancient knocking softly inside her skull. Her stomach twisted. Her chest tightened like an invisible hand was squeezing around her ribs. She blinked and gripped the desk. “Selena? Are you okay?” Nezumi’s voice floated in, concerned. Selena didn’t look up. “I’m… just lightheaded. I think the break room coffee is finally retaliating.” “Sit down and breathe,” Ericka muttered, glancing at her sideways. “We can’t have another incident. HR is already pretending to care.” Selena inhaled sharply and forced herself to stand, grabbing a thick stack of documents. She sighed. “No time. His Broodiness called for these again.” Nezumi winced. “Di