I Killed The Game's Protagonist

The three of them strolled down the sunlit cobblestone road, the warm breeze of spring brushing past as they left the small diner behind. It wasn’t exactly a glamorous place—wooden tables, chipped ceramic bowls, and a lazy cat curled up near the entrance—but the food had been filling, and Noah had paid without a second thought.

Lys walked just behind the other two, hands behind her back, humming lightly to herself. Amelie was quiet, lost in thought, her eyes scanning the road ahead. Noah, meanwhile, walked with his hands in his pockets, his katana gently bouncing at his side.

"Hey, Lys," Noah said suddenly, glancing over his shoulder. "How’s it going with your new roommates?"

"Roommates?" she blinked, confused.

"You know," he smirked, "your three oversized spirit babies."

"Oh—right." Lys giggled awkwardly, brushing a lock of short blue hair behind her ear. "Well... Aqua’s the easiest. Calm, obedient, kind of lazy, but still listens. Gaia’s a bit too zen for my taste. And Fire—well, Fire’s a menace."

"Still giving you trouble?" Noah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," she sighed. "He only listens when I threaten to tell you."

Noah snorted. "Smart bastard."

"I’m still getting used to them all," she said, her voice softening. "It’s a lot. But... I think I’m getting the hang of it."

He didn’t say it aloud, but a part of him felt oddly proud. ’Good. That’s what you’re supposed to do now. Be stronger. Keep your fate in your own hands.’