"The Weight of Truth"

Mia stared at the screen, her heart pounding as the words settled on the page. The betrayal scene had been intense, but now came the hardest part—what came next? Alyssa had uncovered the truth, but how would she handle it? How would she fight back?

Her fingers hesitated over the keyboard before she took a deep breath and continued typing.

Alyssa's breath was shallow, her mind reeling from the confession. The one person she had counted on, the one who had guided her through the chaos, had been playing both sides all along.

The silence in the room was deafening.

"Tell me it's not true," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Her betrayer sighed, running a hand through their hair. "Alyssa… I had no choice."

She clenched her fists. "There's always a choice. You just didn't choose me."

For a moment, guilt flickered across their face, but it was gone in an instant. Instead, they straightened, their expression hardening. "You don't understand what's at stake."

"Then help me understand," she demanded. "Because right now, all I see is a lie."

They hesitated, then finally spoke. "If I didn't do this, you wouldn't be standing here. You would have been erased, just like the others."

Alyssa's blood ran cold. "The others?"

The betrayer nodded. "You were never supposed to get this far. The truth you're chasing—it's bigger than you realize. And the people behind it? They don't let anyone walk away."

Alyssa's pulse quickened. Everything she had worked for, all the risks she had taken, had led her to this moment. And now, she had a decision to make.

She took a slow, steady breath. "Then I guess I'll have to be the first."

Mia leaned back, exhaling sharply. The stakes had just risen. Alyssa wasn't just fighting for herself anymore—she was up against something much bigger. And now, she had to decide whether to run or to fight.

Mia smiled to herself. She already knew what Alyssa would choose.

Now, she just had to write it.