"You were just my creation," the girl continued, her words dripping with disdain. "Just a pawn in my storytelling, a character meant to entertain me. And now you have the audacity to stand in my way? How foolish, Damien. You should be groveling on the ground, begging for my mercy, just as you always did."
The truth crashed over him like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf him in its overwhelming force. The woman standing before him, the creator of this novel, was none other than his very own sister from his previous life—the sister who had despised him, who had made his days a living nightmare.
Damien's heart sank, burdened by the weight of their shared history. Memories of her relentless cruelty and scornful laughter flooded his mind, stirring up a storm of anger and sadness within him. He longed to turn away, to escape the painful reminder of his past, but a flicker of defiance ignited within him, refusing to be extinguished.
