That night, someone knocked on my door.
Three slow knocks.
I didn't move.
The door opened by itself.
A man stood there.
But his face wasn't stable.
It kept changing… like different characters being rewritten.
He smiled.
"You're new… aren't you?"
I stepped back.
The pen in my pocket started glowing.
He looked at it.
And said:
"Give it to me… before the StyloVerse finishes writing you."
The lights went out.
And for the first time…
I wasn't alone in this world anymore.