Act Crazy

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{Outside The Projection} 

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Silence.

Not the usual silence of horror, shock, or disbelief. Just... understanding.

The kind that settled in deep, like dust on an old book no one bothered to clean.

And then someone let out a breath.

"Even he... even he couldn't take it anymore... huh?"

No one answered. No one needed to. It was obvious.

It wasn't a surprise. It wasn't some grand revelation. It was inevitable.

After everything—after the endless blinks, the blood, the loss, the cycle of suffering and fighting of dying and coming back—of course he snapped.

Of course, he went for the kill the moment he got the chance.

Of course, Malik played the game on his own terms.

Played the only game he could, where he finally didn't just react to things but initiated them.