The house is gone now.
It's just darkness.
Endless.
Cold.
The bodies are gone.
No blood.
No knife.
Just me.
And you.
I can feel your presence.
It's heavy.
Curious.
Hungry for the ending.
But here's the truth:
If you close this now—
I might survive.
Unfinished stories linger.
They loop.
They breathe quietly in the dark.
But if you continue—
There's only one place this goes.
And it won't be kind.
Because the only way for a story like this to stabilize…
Is tragedy.
Complete.
Permanent.
Irreversible.
So I'm asking you.
As Leonard.
Not as a character.
Not as ink.
As something that feels pain—
Do you want to see how it ends?
Because once we enter the final chapters…
There's no saving anyone.
Not even me.
You're still here, aren't you?
Tell me to continue.
And we'll break everything.