I slumped back in the rickety chair of my cramped rental room in the small town of Elderwood, letting the weight of everything settle in for a moment.
The faded walls and rough wooden furniture did nothing to calm my nerves.
Soon, it would all be over.
I was barely scraping by as it was, and soon, I wouldn't even have the money to pay for this humble room or afford the little food I'd been surviving on.
I'd already started making plans to fully leave the academy, to cut ties with that place altogether.
But as I sat there, reflecting on it all, a strange feeling overcame me.
I'd actually done it.
I'd done the unthinkable—I'd killed the main characters.
The ones who were meant to guide the story, to shape this world.
My pulse surged as I thought about it.
In a strange way, it felt good—satisfying, even.
I'd subverted the script, changed the fate of this world in ways no one could have predicted.
