It is 11 pm. After the company Christmas celebration (on the 9th of December of course, when else), you crash in the next available seat on the train. You are ready to collapse anytime. It's way too late by your standards; you've always been an early riser. Tomorrow is Friday and you have no idea how you're supposed to manage between this and the increasingly overwhelming flood of work coming in. It's all too much.
With what little strength remains within you, you orchestrate a concentrated effort of taking out your phone. There was Kronii stream you had failed to catch because of the aforementioned corporate blather gathering. You incorrectly swipe your passcode twice, nearly locking yourself out. Having managed the last last last last last last last last last attempt, you open YouTube and move on to the subscriptions.
"Streamed 4 minutes ago," it says. You wearily bring your left hand to press on your temple in hopes of releasing some stress. Your strategy failed. Minimizing effort, you reuse the gravity of your arm falling to tap the video.
"This video is private." It says "This video is private." Kronii privated the VOD. You don't know why, but you know you don't care about it anymore. You don't care about anything anymore. You're about to collapse.
You give up on the stream. You heave yourself up with an empty feeling of determination and exit the train at the next stop. You don't know what the stop even is. It doesn't matter.
You cross to the other side, awaiting the next train for your escape. Would Kronii be sad? Probably not, she doesn't even know you because you pussied out so hard that you refused to even write anything in chat other than strings of her emotes.
The train approaches. Automatically, so does your right foot with all of your remaining strength. The impact knocks you out before you can even feel the warm blood spilling forth from the hole in your skull.