This is shaping up to be a solid psychological and societal foundation for your protagonist. Here's a version of "Prelogue Chapter 0: Life Background", this is the part where we have the in depth background of what's life like for the average gen z
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Prologue Chapter 0: Life Background
Oliver moved through his daily routine like a ghost. Unemployed, uninspired, unmotivated. He woke up, reached for his phone, and fell into the same cycle: scrolling through news headlines, social media feeds, trending topics, and international conflicts.
But it was all noise.
Every outlet screamed about tension, politics, and some so-called "world-shaking event." Yet, nothing truly changed. 2025 looked the same as 2024. And 2024 felt no different than 2023. The world didn't feel like it was on the verge of apocalypse—it felt like it was stuck. Trapped in a constant simulation of hype with no real outcome.
Everyone kept saying "something big is coming", but to Oliver, it was just digital hysteria. No wars escalated. No revolutions sparked. Just more series, more games, more media to binge, share, and discard.
And that—that—was the problem.
Oliver didn't belong in any of it. Not the anime fandoms, not the video game circles, not the endless rabbit holes of novels, debates, or pop culture worship. Everyone had their favorite series, their comfort characters, their escapism. But for Oliver, it all felt... numb. Monotonous. Overhyped.
Sure, he used to love anime—especially the iconic childhood one filled with energy attacks and high-flying battles (he wouldn't dare name it anymore). But even that lost its shine. The writing felt shallow now, the arcs repetitive. Was it him that changed? Or had media simply become more hollow?
> Perception fades. Hype dies. Love turns into nostalgia.
He wondered: what happens to a story when people stop loving it? When time turns classics into outdated relics? When fans move on to the next big thing?
That's what Oliver feared most—not the end of the world, but the end of meaning.
So he disconnected, slowly and quietly. No more binging. No more joining the hype. It was all too long, too loud, and too hollow.
Just like everything else.
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