Bang. Bang.
Two shots ripped through the night. Sharp. Brutal. Final.
"Please! I'm begging you! Don't—"
CRACK.
The pistol's grip smashed into the man's face. His nose exploded in a spray of crimson. Teeth scattered across the pavement like broken dice.
"Shut your fucking mouth!" The attacker grabbed him by the hair and slammed his skull into the concrete. Once. Twice. Three times. Each impact made a wet, splitting sound. Chunks of scalp tore away. Brain matter and blood pooled beneath the twitching body.
"The hell are you looking at, kid?! Get lost!"
Rinka Kurotsuki didn't answer.
She kept walking. Her bare feet squelched through the warm blood spreading across the street. It oozed between her toes, thick and sticky, but she didn't slow down. Didn't even glance at the mess.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The begging stopped. Permanently.
Rinka never looked back.
---
The city was a corpse.
Bodies littered every street. Some were missing arms. Others had their stomachs ripped open, intestines spilling out like wet rope. A woman's torso hung from a broken streetlight, her lower half nowhere to be seen. Flies buzzed in thick black clouds over the rotting meat.
The air stank of iron, shit, and burning plastic.
Rinka walked through it all like it was nothing. Because to her, it was nothing.
This was just another day in hell.
WHAM.
Something slammed into her side. Pain exploded through her ribs as she crashed to the ground, skidding across broken glass and jagged concrete. She coughed up blood, her vision swimming.
"Give me your money, brat."
A man loomed over her. Dirty. Wild-eyed. Desperate.
Rinka said nothing.
"You deaf?!" He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back so hard her neck nearly snapped. "I said give me everything you've got!"
Silence.
His fist crashed into her face. Her cheekbone cracked. Blood sprayed from her split lip. He hit her again. And again. Her head bounced off the pavement with each blow.
"Why won't you fucking scream?!" He wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed. "Say something! Beg! Cry! DO SOMETHING!"
Rinka's vision went dark at the edges. Her lungs burned. She could feel her windpipe crushing under his grip.
Then—
SLASH.
Hot blood splashed across her face. The pressure vanished instantly.
The man's headless body collapsed beside her, neck spurting crimson like a broken faucet. His head rolled a few feet away, eyes still wide with rage, mouth frozen mid-scream.
Rinka sat up slowly.
She wiped the blood from her eyes and looked at the twitching corpse. The severed neck was still pumping, each spurt weaker than the last. Steam rose from the wound in the cold air.
She stood up, brushed the dust off her torn dress, and kept walking.
---
The world was breaking apart.
Buildings bent at impossible angles. The sky flickered between day and night like a broken monitor. Colors bled into each other—red into blue, black into white. Nothing made sense anymore.
[WORLD INTEGRITY: 41%]
[STABILIZATION FAILED]
Rinka had seen those words before. Everyone had. They appeared in the sky like divine warnings, except there were no gods left to warn them.
This world used to be normal. Peaceful. Real.
Then the Main Characters died.
Nobody knew who they were. Nobody remembered their names or faces. But they had been important—the anchors that held reality together. When they vanished, everything started to rot.
Monsters crawled out of the cracks. Creatures that shouldn't exist. Abominations stitched together from nightmares and glitches.
The creators abandoned this world. Left it unfinished. Left everyone inside to die.
"TAKE COVER! THE NULLITESC ARE COMING!"
The sky turned black.
Massive shadows crawled over the buildings like living darkness. They didn't make sound. They didn't need to. Everything they touched simply... stopped existing. Walls. Cars. People. One moment there, the next—gone. Erased. Nullified.
Rinka watched a man get caught in the shadow's path. He didn't even have time to scream. His body just flickered once and vanished, leaving behind nothing. Not even blood.
She laughed.
It started as a chuckle. Then it grew. Louder. Wilder. More broken.
"What's the fucking point?!" she screamed at the dying sky. "We're not real! None of this is real! It's all just a goddamn simulation!"
She coughed violently. Black blood sprayed from her mouth, breaking apart into glitching pixels before it even hit the ground. Her body was failing. Corrupting. Deleting itself piece by piece.
She sank to her knees and touched her face.
Half of it was gone.
Burned. Melted. The skin had peeled away to reveal raw muscle and exposed bone. She could see her own teeth through the hole in her cheek. Nerves twitched and sparked like frayed wires.
She felt no fear. Only clarity.
"What's the point of surviving," she whispered, "if we aren't even real?"
Her eyes fell on a blood-soaked knife lying nearby. She picked it up.
Slash.
Pain. Hot. Sharp. Real.
Blood poured from the wound in thick streams. She laughed harder, tears mixing with the crimson running down her face.
"I can feel it! I can feel pain! I'm alive!" She cut again. And again. Watching the blood flow. Watching the world glitch and fracture around her. "This is real! This pain is REAL!"
---
Screams filled the air.
Explosions ripped through the city as the Nullitesc destabilized power cores. Buildings phased in and out of existence, half-solid, half-ghost. Debris spun through the air, some pieces vanishing mid-flight.
A massive skyscraper groaned nearby. Its lower floors flickered like a dying candle. The Nullite field had hit its core.
BOOM!
The building exploded from within.
Fire—colorless and consuming—tore through reality itself. Concrete, steel, and glass ripped away in every direction, spinning violently, phasing between solid and nothing. A massive slab of concrete broke free, hurtling straight toward her.
Rinka didn't flinch.
She didn't scream.
She just smiled, black blood dripping from her mouth, her mangled face twisted into something between peace and madness.
So this is the end.
No story. No meaning. No one to remember me.
Just... deletion.
The slab hit.
Her body exploded on impact. Bones shattered. Organs burst. Blood and flesh splattered across the broken street in a gruesome flower of red and pink.
What remained of Rinka Kurotsuki twitched once.
Then went still.
[ENTITY TERMINATED]
[DATA CORRUPTION: 100%]
[ARCHIVING... FAILED]
[NO BACKUP FOUND]
Or so it should have been.