Rain tapped softly against the window of the quiet apartment.
The city outside was glowing with distant lights, but inside the room, only the warm glow of a desk lamp illuminated the scattered papers across the table.
Rhea sat in front of her laptop, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen.
Her fingers hovered above the keyboard.
One sentence.
That was all she had left to write.
One final sentence to end the story that had consumed the last two years of her life.
She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her tired eyes.
"Why does the ending feel so wrong?" she murmured to herself.
On the screen was the final chapter of her novel.
A tragic ending.
A story filled with pain, revenge, and heartbreak.
The kind of story readers loved.
But something about it made her chest feel heavy.
Her eyes moved across the names on the page.
Nickson.
The quiet boy who had suffered more than anyone in the story.
An orphan who had spent his entire life alone.
Then there was Nina.
Kind. Gentle. The only person who had ever made Nickson smile.
And finally…
Vesper.
The villain of the story.
A rich, cruel girl whose jealousy destroyed everything.
Rhea sighed deeply.
"I really made you horrible," she whispered, glancing at the character profile of Vesper.
In the story, Vesper had done something unforgivable.
She had killed her own step-sister Nina out of jealousy.
And that single act pushed Nickson into madness.
The result?
In the final chapter, Nickson killed Vesper.
A dark and tragic ending.
Exactly the kind that made readers cry.
Rhea stared at the final paragraph again.
Then slowly, she began typing.
Her fingers moved carefully across the keyboard.
Nickson stood in the silent room, the knife trembling in his hand.
The girl who had destroyed his life stood in front of him, smiling like nothing had happened.
Rhea paused.
Her heart suddenly felt uneasy.
Why did writing this scene feel so uncomfortable?
She forced herself to continue.
"This is the ending you wrote for yourself," Nickson said quietly.
Lightning flashed outside the window.
For a moment, the room became bright.
Rhea didn't notice.
She was focused on the last line.
The final words that would end the story.
She typed slowly.
And in the end… the villain finally met the fate she deserved.
Rhea lifted her hands from the keyboard.
The story was finished.
She exhaled deeply.
"Finally."
But just as she reached for her coffee mug—
Something strange happened.
The laptop screen flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Rhea frowned.
"Not now…"
The lights in the room dimmed slightly.
Then the words on the screen began to change.
Rhea leaned closer.
Her heart skipped a beat.
The final line she had written disappeared.
And new words slowly appeared in its place.
Words she had never typed.
Are you satisfied with this ending, Rhea?
Her breath caught.
"What…?"
She looked around the room.
No one was there.
Her eyes returned to the screen.
More words appeared.
You created this world.
You created their pain.
Now face the ending yourself.
Rhea's heart began pounding.
"This isn't funny," she whispered.
The laptop screen suddenly went completely black.
Then one final sentence appeared.
Bright white against the darkness.
Enter your story.
Before she could react—
The screen exploded with light.
The room spun violently.
Rhea felt the ground disappear beneath her feet.
Her body felt weightless.
Her last thought before everything went dark was a terrifying realization.
If she was entering the story…
Then there was only one character she could become.
The villain.
Vesper.
And in her story…
Vesper always died.