Kai moved cautiously through the grand halls of the villain’s manor. Everything was exactly as he had seen it during the final battle — but now it felt like a cage. He had the memories of the entire game, the storylines of every character, and the cold certainty of his fate. But with those memories came an advantage: knowledge of what was to come.

If I play by the script, I’m doomed. He needed a new plan. Fast. A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.

“Lord Eryx, you requested to see me?” a gentle voice called from the doorway.

Kai turned to see a young woman standing there, her eyes wide with respect and a hint of nervousness. Her name was Lyria — the heroine of this story. The pure-hearted girl destined to overthrow him. Kai’s breath caught. This was the moment.

He could remember exactly how their first encounter played out in the game: cold, ruthless, merciless. He had been her enemy, her shadow in every victory. Now, he had to change that.

He softened his expression, forcing a calm smile.

“Yes, Lyria. Come in. We need to talk.”

She stepped inside hesitantly. Kai studied her closely. She was everything the story said — kind, brave, and determined. But behind her innocence was a strength he hadn’t expected.

“Why... why would you want to talk to me?” she asked, suspicion tinting her voice.

Kai swallowed the bitterness that bubbled inside.

“Because the story is wrong.”

Lyria blinked.

“I’m not your enemy anymore,” Kai said. “Not if I can help it.”

For a moment, the room was silent except for their breathing.

“Why should I believe you?” Lyria whispered.

“Because,” Kai said quietly, “I’ve seen the end. And it’s not one either of us wants.”