– It’s too late.
I didn’t come for apologies. I’m giving you a choice.
I stood up and walked to the door.
– Then you will know what it is like when the glass suddenly becomes not yours.
And she left.
The next morning she was not home.
And I looked in the mirror and realized: the old me is no longer there.
Now I was a force.
I felt power. Almost divine.
The very network I had entered accepted me – even feared me.
I began to control destinies like chess pieces. I could ruin or protect with one call. People spoke of me by other names.
My past transformed into a legend.
But one day I received an envelope without an address. Inside was a photo. Mine.
And a note. Just three words:
“You’re not the first.”
At that moment, everything destr0yed. I realized: behind this entire network, manipulation, even behind “M.O.” there is someone else.
I tried to find M.O., but he was gone.
The network started to break down. People were disappearing.
Every night I feel someone’s gaze. Phone calls without words.
It’s not paranoia – it’s a signal.
I had defeated my game… but found myself part of another – more ancient, more dangerous.
Now I live differently. Without a name. Without a past.
And I’m waiting.
