The Script Where They Killed Me
Language: en
The cold, mechanical voice echoed in my skull just as my fingers tightened around the jagged edge of broken glass. I was ready to end it all. [Tragic Narrative Arc Complete. Host preparing for extraction to the Prime Reality.] Five years. I had been trapped in this frozen hellscape—the so-endured Winter Sanctuary—for five long years. To ensure their survival, I was sold into the subterranean labor wards. I wore an iron collar around my neck. I spent my days on my knees doing the most degrading, back-breaking work imaginable. I lost two toes to the frostbite. If I displeased the overseers…