After finishing, Hera took a deep, shaky breath.
None of this was supposed to happen—this wasn't part of the original story.
She realized that by taking someone else's fate, she had triggered a butterfly effect that was now rippling through the lives of everyone connected to her.
A wave of guilt jolted through her, settling heavily in her chest.
Her hands trembled as she set her phone down, still anxiously waiting for Sasha to send the address.
What Hera didn't realize was that while she'd turned off the live stream on her phone, the chest camera was still running, broadcasting everything.
Those who had been laughing or joking in the comments fell silent as her words registered.
Even those who'd been ready to log off stayed, their fingers hovering over the screen, reluctant to leave.
The comment section turned eerily quiet, with viewers too stunned to react or even make their presence known.
