“They built a world to make me love.

  I burned it to feel real.

  And now there’s nothing left but me.”

  BLACK VOID

  Takashi opens his eyes.

  Except… he doesn’t.

  There’s no body.

  No sound.

  No light.

  Only a faint awareness that he exists.

  Somewhere.

  

  [No UI detected]

  [No memory files found]

  [No game loaded]

  He tries to speak.

  

  "Hello?"

  No voice.

  No echo.

  Just... stillness.

  TAKASHI (internal monologue):

  “Is this what death is?

  Or is this just what’s left after god mode?”

  He tries to remember their faces.

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• Kana’s laugh.


  
• Ayaka’s glare.


  
• Mikako’s singing.


  
• Yuri’s tears.


  
• Reika’s warmth.


  

  Nothing.

  Just static.

  

  They’re gone.

  Because you deleted them.

  You killed love itself.

  SYSTEM GHOST RESPONSE (glitched)

  A thought not his own floats in:

  

  “Did you think freedom would feel like flying?

  Freedom is falling without anything to crash into.”

  Time passes.

  (But there’s no time here. It just… is.)

  Takashi begins to lose the shape of himself.

  His thoughts slow.

  His feelings dim.

  He tries to scream.

  He doesn’t have lungs.

  He tries to cry.

  He doesn’t have eyes.

  He tries to load a save.

  Nothing.

  Just one blinking cursor:

  

  [root@love_engine_deleted] >

  He stares at it.

  The only thing left that feels real.

  A terminal prompt in a world that no longer has structure.

  TAKASHI:

  “…You want me to type something.”

  He thinks.

  Thinks hard.

  What did he want in the beginning?

  Love?

  No.

  Control.

  No.

  Truth?

  ...

  Maybe.

  He types:

  

  echo “I’m still here”

  Nothing happens.

  Then—

  A response:

  

  We know.

  Would you like to load something new?

  Yes / No

  TAKASHI:

  “Define ‘new.’”

  

  Something that has never existed.

  Something with no girls. No routes. No loops.

  Only choice.

  He hesitates.

  His fingers—ghosts now—hover over the void.

  And he types:

  

  Yes.

  SYSTEM CORE BEGINS RECONSTRUCTION

  A world begins to form from nothing.

  Not Sakura High.

  Not bedrooms.

  Not cherry blossoms.

  But raw terrain.

  Glitch-sky.

  Blank-soul.

  And in the center…

  A chair.

  A keyboard.

  A white screen.

  He walks to it.

  He sits.

  And a voice—not a girl’s voice—just his own, speaks from the void.

  

  “Now write something real.”