[How long are you going to keep staring down at it? Don't you think it's time you end this?] asked the system as I stood, staring down from the rooftop.
I have been here for the past…
… I have no idea anymore…
… I can't even tell how long I have been here, but what's more strange is how it's been night all this time…
… since the day I left that hotel and found myself trapped in this empty world, the sun has never risen…
… it's been night all this time.
Perhaps…
… that's why I don't feel hungry even with how many days have gone by.
It's probably been a month now…
… and I was now at my breaking point.
It was as though the world itself was frozen in time, and not just that, it felt broken.
I was alone.
I was trapped.
There was no way out.
There never was from the start, and at this point…
… I have come to accept it.
I am a pawn.
I never will have freedom.
