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Project Faux

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In a nation ruled by quiet control, the government doesn’t just eliminate threats— it rewrites them. Years ago, two siblings were discarded by that system, abandoned under the guise of state necessity. Forced to survive in the shadows, they grew up taking on dangerous, illegal work—learning how power really functions. And they never forgot who put them there. Revenge wasn’t a dream. It was a plan. Carefully constructed, piece by piece. The protagonist doesn’t aim directly for the top. He targets what connects to it. So when he infiltrates an elite gathering, it isn’t for a simple assassination. the son of a powerful government director—was never meant to be the final target. He was meant to be used. A way in. But the plan falters the moment they meet. He sees through him instantly—tearing apart his disguise, exposing his methods, and refusing to play the role assigned to him. Instead of becoming a pawn, he becomes something far more dangerous: An equal on the board. Because he knows things. Things he shouldn’t. Behind the government’s polished image lies a hidden system—one that abducts the world’s most dangerous individuals, erases their memories, and forces them into controlled environments known as “instances.” Places where identities are stripped. Where people are turned into experiments. Where the dead… don’t always stay dead. Officially, He is one of them. Declared dead. Erased from the public world. And yet— he stands ruins left by the god. Alive. Watching. Playing his own game. Realizing the scale of what he’s stepped into, the protagonist abandons patience. Instead of waiting, he accelerates his plan—launching an attack on a government facility tied to the system. It’s a move that was meant to seal his fate. Captured and “executed”, he becomes the epitome of punishment to those who desire . But the government doesn’t waste what it can use. His death isn’t an end. It’s a transition. When he awakens again, it’s not in the world he tried to destroy— but inside it. An instance. No memories. No identity. Only fragments. A lingering sense of purpose. A name he can’t recall. A sister he’s forgotten. And somewhere within the system— a man who was supposed to be a chess piece… but was never one to begin with. and a broad ear to ear grin
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Chapter 1 - I will become haunting spirit for sure if I Die !!

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My eyelids felt like they'd been sewed shut. Not normal tired-heavy. No. This was illegal levels of heavy. I was pretty sure I lifting my sister would be easier than I opening my eyes right now.

…Sister.

Wait.

Who is that?

I tried to move.

Nothing.

Not a finger. Not even the pinky. No dramatic twitch for effect. Since when did my body become a unliftable item?

Okay. Calm down. This is fine, absolutely alright. People wake up paralyzed all the time, right?

…Right?

Panic crept in anyway,ofc it would, slow and cold, like it had all the time in the world and was enjoying the walk.

With the last scraps of my willpower, I forced my eyes open—

—and immediately wished I hadn't.

Pitch black.

No, not just black black. This was the kind of darkness that felt personal. Like it had beef with me specifically.

And then, because my luck is outstanding, I noticed it.

A shadow.

Of a body.

Still

Darker than the darkness around it. Which shouldn't even be possible, but clearly physics had clocked out for the day.

It hovered above me.

Falling all over me.

Like a blanket ?

But with eyes ~ Watching.

"Oh great," I thought. "Sleep paralysis with a creep hovering over me .Fantastic. Love that for me."

My body locked up completely, as if it heard my thoughts and decided, yeah, no need to even pretend you're in control.

I tried to move again. Failed.

Tried to scream. Also failed.

At this point, I would've settled for blinking aggressively to convince myself that no this is not my soul leaving my body

Nothing.

And then—

I swear—

it leaned closer like it became bigger .

Not in a dramatic, jump-scare way.

But. Slow. Curious.

Like it was inspecting me.

Bitch ! Do you think I'm some kind of animal ?

Which, honestly is .Rude

If you're going to haunt me, at least don't do while acting like you're judging my life choices which even if you were , I wouldnt know

Suddenly, my chest tightened. Breathing became optional, apparently.

And just before everything slipped away, one very clear thought crossed my mind:

If this is how I die, I'm haunting back

Ha! I don't wanna have thoughts like that of a dying person !!!

Then darkness swallowed everything