On the large bed at home, Jacob suddenly opened his eyes, instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed.

Cold and empty, there was nothing.

He frantically crawled out of bed, not even bothering to change his shoes, and ran out the door.

The night was as dark as ever, Jacob's hands clung to the sewer grate.

Gritting his teeth, the veins on his hands bulging, blood seeping from his knuckles.

Jacob pried the grate open with brute force, quickly extending his entire arm into the sewer.

But inside, there was nothing but garbage.

He toiled for nearly an hour, accumulating more wounds on his palms, yet still...