"For you to be the only transmigrator around, Ryan Cassier... We genuinely know nothing of what you talked about. However, the writer is different.
"We will investigate and resend you the script alongside the current timeline events thus far."
"This would be the last time we get to help you. Giving you our power cost us a lot, after all."
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Ryan slipped in and out of consciousness, his breath coming at short intervals, WC's voice echoing in his head, suppressed moans of discomfort muffled by his tightly shut lips.
While asleep, he felt multiple presences surrounding him in a haze, at different bits, some familiar and some mildly curious. Small hands touched his face. One stayed longer than the others but eventually got dragged away as well.
"Ahhh-"
Releasing a long breath of air, Ryan opened his eyes to a dimly lit room, moonlight shining through. His body soaked with sweat.
