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Narrative Monologue (Opening Scene)
Rain still fell, soft and cold.
The city at night was quiet in a way only darkness could make it — distant car hums, neon buzzing faintly, footsteps echoing across wet pavement.
Dawn (narration):
"I thought I had learned the rules of the world.
Silence. Obedience. Survival.
But hope… hope is dangerous.
It whispers when the world is loud.
It makes you believe someone cares.
It makes you forget how fragile trust really is."
Thunder rolled. A chill ran down his spine.
Tonight, everything would change.
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Scene 1 — Invitation
She waited at the corner, umbrella tilted to catch the rain just right.
A small smile made the world feel colored for the first time in years.
> "Come on, Dawn. I've got a little surprise for you tonight."
He hesitated. Doubt lingered like footsteps in an empty hallway.
But he nodded.
Side by side, they walked.
He listened to her laugh.
Each sound, each subtle tremor of her voice became a map in his mind.
He felt… alive.
Neon reflected in puddles. Rain fell in perfect rhythm.
It should have been perfect.
But perfect always cracks.
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Scene 2 — Rooftop Confession
The building loomed high — steel and glass reaching for the clouds.
Rain soaked their clothes. Wind tugged at hair and coats.
She turned to him, voice soft and trembling:
> "I… I have to tell you something. I've meant to for a long time."
A heartbeat skipped. Hope — dangerous, fragile, beautiful — pulsed inside him.
> "I… love you, Dawn."
The words hung in the air.
His throat tightened.
The world narrowed to her voice, the wind, the rain… and nothing else.
> "I… I don't—" he tried.
His voice broke.
Instinct screamed — something was wrong.
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Scene 3 — Trap Unfolds
A subtle click.
Movement behind them.
Dawn froze, senses flaring.
He could hear them.
Footsteps synchronized.
Metal brushing leather.
Soft breathing — controlled, predatory.
> "Wait…" he whispered.
She moved.
A blade pressed cold against his stomach.
> "Why…?" he breathed, trembling.
Her smile was sweet. Poisoned sugar. Beautiful deception.
> "Because… you were in the way.
You really thought I loved you?
Dawn… how cute you are when you're stupid."
Shock crashed over him like a tidal wave.
Rain mixed with blood.
Heartbeat skipped.
He stumbled backward, gripping the wound.
Instinct screamed: protect. Protect her.
Even though she betrayed him.
Gunshots cracked through the night.
The men moved fast, precise.
Dawn didn't scream. He only fell.
Silence swallowed him.
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Scene 4 — The Fall
Wind ripped past him.
Glass and steel blurred.
Rain and blood mixed in his mouth.
Gravity tore him toward nothing.
His mind clutched at fragments:
Her laughter. Her words. The warmth he had trusted.
All gone.
> "Why…?"
The question faded into darkness.
The city below stretched impossibly far.
Yet he didn't fight.
He had already been abandoned by life, family, the world.
Only darkness awaited.
Only the unknown.
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Scene 5 — Threshold of the Inverted
Death didn't feel like death.
It felt like being dragged across eternity upside down.
Colors twisted: green, red, black, pulsating auroras like broken northern lights.
A cosmic throne emerged — dark purple, adorned with patterns older than stars.
Tendrils of black, hair-like energy draped from it like rivers of shadow.
Sitting there: a being smiling as if expecting him.
Fenrir Alistair Blivixis.
Eyes wrong: dark sclera, dim red irises, pupils like razor slits.
Grin charming… yet dripping with malice.
> "Welcome, Dawn.
What a tragedy… and what a spectacle.
Your life was deliciously miserable.
A masterpiece of suffering.
I couldn't resist."
Dawn trembled. Words failed him.
Fenrir leaned forward, chin resting on his hand:
> "You died unwanted in that world.
But I am… intrigued.
I reward interesting things."
He extended a hand — a pact.
Dawn hesitated, voice cracking:
> "Why me…? Why choose someone like me?"
Fenrir smiled wider:
> "Because you've seen the darkest of humanity… and remained gentle.
Because you were killed by betrayal.
Because your existence is special.
And because your despair tastes divine."
Dawn's chest tightened.
He didn't know if it was truth, lie… or something far worse.
> "Let me elevate you.
Let me rewrite you.
Let me give you a world that fits your pain."
Trembling fingers met Fenrir's.
Reality shattered like glass.
And the world stopped.