Each word felt like a blade, slicing into him.
His glasses couldn't hide the redness in his eyes, nor the way tears blurred his vision.
This was his second attempt. His second chance. He had believed... Truly believed... That this time, he would succeed.
But instead... He had encountered Cassandra.
Someone who had somehow copied him perfectly. The more he thought about it, the more exhausted he felt. Anger. Frustration. Hopelessness.
Everything tangled together inside him. His family had abandoned him. His friends mocked him. His girlfriend had left.
And now... The entire internet stood against him.
A hollow laugh escaped his lips. 'What's the point anymore…?'
Slowly, his gaze shifted. Toward the knife lying on the table. The cold metal reflected a faint glint of light.
His breathing grew uneven. 'If I disappear… it'll all stop.'
His hand moved slightly. Closer.
Just as his fingers were about to reach it...
Ding.
