- Frey Starlight's Pov -
"Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!"
What the hell was I thinking when I wrote characters like this? Baylor Moonlight was a sick man, one who had spent far too long drowning in his brother's shadow. And now, here he was, standing before me…
Frey had been nothing more than a tool to him. It seemed that the original plot I wrote had gaps, and somehow, those gaps had been filled in automatically, leading to this moment.
I was facing someone infinitely stronger than me. Worse still, he had complete control over me—after all, he was the one who cursed me.
I leaned back against the cold wall, my thoughts racing toward the inevitable.
The real issue wasn't even Baylor. Compared to the monsters that would appear later in the story, he was nothing more than a warm-up act.
Even if I managed to survive this… with the way I was now, the way I handled things… would I really make it?
No.
Not a chance.
Then there was only one solution—I couldn't stay in this world.
