Eating

Imoha is running late. He skipped breakfast and is hungry, but he has no choice but to dash to his destination. His situation is far from ideal, and the empty feeling in his stomach only adds to his urgency.

As he runs, the world around him blurs into a stream of colors and sounds. The simple act of moving forward becomes a struggle against time and his own physical limits. Imoha must keep going, driven by a need that goes beyond mere punctuality.