In a realm outside time, where code weaved like silver thread and memories hung like stars, two glowing figures watched Sarah's world unfold through a hovering screen.
"She's deviating," said one voice—mechanical and cold.
"She always does," replied the other—soft, almost human. "That's what makes her useful."
"She's not supposed to survive this world," the first voice said. "Her death is part of the convergence. The villains must end her."
A pause.
"She'll fight back," the second voice murmured. "She always does. Even if she knows the ending."
"She won't know," the cold voice snapped. "Not until it's too late."
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[Back in Sarah's Apartment – Midnight]
Sarah couldn't sleep.
She stood on the balcony, arms folded, watching the city lights. Eren was asleep on the couch. Leon had passed out during a late-night "sword duel" with pillows. Everything looked… calm.
But she felt it.
The shift.
The way Eren stared a little longer when she wasn't looking. The way Leon asked more questions about "what makes a villain."
And worst of all… the way the System had gone quiet.
Not a word in days.
"Coward," she muttered into the wind. "Hiding something again?"
Somewhere deep in her gut, she knew this world was different.
She wasn't just fixing a story anymore.
She was part of it.
And when it ended—someone was going to bleed.
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