Chapter 4: Nice Way To Start Prologue 3
I was just a side character—someone whose death wouldn’t even cause a ripple in the story.
What a fucking joke.
All my life had been building up to this one long, drawn-out punchline. A cosmic joke no one bothered to laugh at—except maybe the god who dropped me into this mess.
Abandoned at birth.
Raised in the kind of environment where survival was the only priority.
I’d fought tooth and nail just to make it through school, scrapped together every cent to stay fed, to pay rent, to keep the lights on.
Years of sacrifices.
Years of trying to prove I mattered.
And when I finally made it—when I finally got into the one company I thought would be my future—I was discarded like a broken tool the moment things got hard. No warning, no explanation. Just a pat on the back and a cold goodbye.
Then there was that argument.
The only friend I had—gone, because I couldn’t stop myself from ranting about a damn novel plot. One heated debate turned into silence that never broke. Not even before I—