Chapter 1: Fate

In the late hours of a bustling American city, around 11 p.m., a young man named Victor stood on an old bridge, gazing into the distance.

The shimmering skyline was punctuated by the lively hum of nightlife—restaurants filled with laughter, bars spilling out music, and neon lights dancing across the buildings, vibrant against the clear night.

In stark contrast, Victor's perch on the bridge felt desolate.

The sound of traffic was a distant echo, occasionally interrupted by the rush of a solitary car passing beneath him.

He wore a simple gray hoodie and black jeans, his fingers gripping his wallet tightly.

With a deep sigh, he placed his wallet carefully on the cold surface of the bridge, the picture inside the wallet has become asymbol of his lost hopes.

His heart felt heavy as he pulled out his phone and navigated to the familiar contact labeled 'Elena' before hitting 'call.'

The trilling on the other end rang for what felt like an eternity, finally answered.

The smooth, melodic voice of a woman broke through the static, laced with an underlying annoyance.

"Victor? Why are you calling me? I'm still in a meeting. You know this is important."

Victor's mood sank further at her words, and he could feel the cold draft of reality wrap around him.

Is that meeting with that investor again?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with pain.

There was a long pause; he know his answer from her silence .

Victor, please... focus on your role. You shouldn't pry into my professional matters."

"Understood," he replied, the spark of coldness in her tone only amplifying his loneliness.

Good. I can't keep answering you like this,she said curtly before hanging up, a thread of finality in her abruptness.

Victor stood there, his breath misting in the evening air, feeling emptier than before.

As the stars flickered above, he muttered softly to himself, Maybe it's best this way.

Now I can truly let go of everything.

You're Victor, aren't you?

The sudden voice snapped him from his reverie.

Victor turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows—clad in a dark hoodie with a mask obscuring their face.

No fear swelled within him, just an eerie calmness, as if he had already faced worse than this.

With an unsettling confidence, the figure took out a knife from his pocket .

Seeing knife Victor's breath become calm and a sad smile bloom on his face.

"Is… is this for the event last week?" he asked, his voice steady, masking the pain inside.

Yes. The investor you thought you could impress,for Elena the figure replied coldly.

You should've known when to back off, Victor. Elena is with him now. She's not your girl anymore."

Victor chuckled bitterly, feeling of despair wash over him, but he maintained his composure.

You think I'm trying to stake a claim?" he scoffed softly.

Tell him what I've realized: my feelings are moot. She belongs to that world, not to me.

Without warning, figure lunged forward, startling the victor.

In one swift motion, figure twisted the arm holding a small knife that threatened victor and turned it against its , forcing the blade to slice victor stomach.

The masked figure smirks dropping the knife .

Victor couldn't help but feel a grim sense of calm that enveloped him as he stepped back, surveying the scene.

With a resigned smile, he leaned against the cold railing of the bridge, pain radiating from his palm yet overshadowed by a sense of liberation.

"In the end, it seems I was just a character caught in someone else's story…" he murmured, staring at the twinkling stars above.

Victor wasn't from this world, he remembered.

He'd been another version of himself in a different life—once brimming with hope and ambition, a man who believed in the promise of love, only to have it crushed by betrayal.

When everything he built crumbled to ash, all he had left was a numb emptiness.

And now, staring into the abyss, he understood humanity in a way he never had before.

Every flaw, every heartbreak painted a clearer picture; emotions were just pieces of a puzzle he no longer wished to solve.

With years of experience dealing with people, he processed their needs and desires as a chef would consider ingredients.

There are no happy endings, he concluded, a bitter truth slipping from his lips.

Just new beginnings for people like her.

In that moment of clarity, he felt the stirrings of reason replace the aching sentimentality.

He wasn't meant to be anyone's hero, just a ghost passing through their lives.

"Goodbye, Elena."

With one final glance at the city that had turned its back on him, Victor stepped back.

Then, in the blink of an eye, darkness enveloped him.

In a forgotten realm where fates intertwined, Victor sat in solitude, the echoes of his life fading into silence.

A radiant sphere hovered before him, embodying the encompassing silence of the universe, before a voice resonated from all directions.

It seems your mission has left its mark, Victor.

You've learned much, have you not?"

Victor's smile was devoid of warmth, but there was an unexpected spark of acceptance in his gaze.

I've learned that some destinies are not made to be altered.

"Indeed," the voice acknowledged. "

But remember, every conclusion births a new beginning.

You've fulfilled your duty perfectly. Now, what reward do you wish for?"

Victor contemplated.

A better understanding of the human condition,he murmured.

The truths hidden beneath emotions, the mechanics of love and longing… to see the world through a clearer lens.

"Very well. A unique perspective awaits you, Victor.

With that declaration, the sphere pulsed, and the fabric of reality shifted around him.

As he prepared to face the next chapter of his existence.

Victor understood that he wielded knowledge as both a weapon and a shield, navigating the complex web of human emotions with newfound clarity.

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