The Last Restart

Have you ever felt like someone's watching you? It's a chill that doesn't come from the cold, an invisible weight that makes you look over your shoulder. There's no one there, but you know: there's something. Something you don't understand, but that's always been with you. Now you're here. Reading this. Thinking it's just another story. But what if it's not?



In this world, hunters fight for points, for survival, for meaning. Specters lurk in the shadows, and every death marks a change, a crack that no one can see except you. She's here too, trapped in a cycle that tears her apart with each restart, with each failed attempt to reach the end. But there is no end. Not for her. Not for you. Because every word you read not only creates her, but also creates you. Every decision you make, every thought you have, fuels this world. You don't know it, but you're already part of it. What if you're not reading this story by accident? What if this story is reading you?



Look around you. Listen carefully. Are you sure everything you know is real? Don't try to understand it now. Not yet. But be careful: some books don't end. Some books end you.