warning: a lot of manipulation (it was present before, but ermmm, yeah it's pretty bad)
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"—shut up," Kang Siwoo hisses sharply, his hands tighten around the steering wheel, heart pounding in his chest. "I know what I'm doing."
He trembles, his foot coming down on the accelerator. The streets are a blur and a chiding voice rings in his head.
Ouros: I guarantee that if you die now, Fate within this world won't be resolved. Trust me, dumbass, you do not want a do-over, for it shall be more and more unpleasant each time.
Kang Siwoo ignores it, he doesn't care. He's a racehorse with blinders on. There's a corner up ahead and he doesn't slow down. Headlights beam towards him and—
A wet swerve, tires screech. Bang! And the car flips. Kang Siwoo shields his face with his arms and vows to himself that he won't die.
He won't die. Not yet.
