'So many people have already changed their fates…'
'Why should I remain that pathetic female lead… the one who only suffers and waits to be saved?'
Her fingers twitched weakly against the rough hospital sheet.
'I don't want that anymore… I just… want peace… I want one more chance… to do things differently…'
Her eyes slowly drifted shut, her expression serene, as if she had already accepted everything.
The system fell completely silent.
Then, in a low, almost detached voice, it announced...
[System synchronization failed… Host life signal… lost. Plot deviation… irreversible. Player 598… terminated.]
That very night, a biting winter wind howled faintly outside, pressing cold shadows against the windows.
In his room, Theodore slept soundly beneath thick covers, the heater humming softly in the background.
Then suddenly... His breath hitched.
At first, it was subtle, like a faint pressure against his throat.
He shifted slightly, frowning in his sleep. 'What… is this…?'
