Tak. Tak. Tak.
The uneven sounds of a keyboard echoed through the quiet room.
It was mostly dark — the only light came from were the monitors, their pale glow washing over a figure hunched in his chair, fingers moving across the keys with an intense, focused expression.
"Huh... I should clean this room," the figure muttered, eyes briefly drifting to his desk.
It was buried under countless takeout boxes, crumpled wrappers, and things that had long since crossed the border between stale and something worse.
"Meh. I'll do it tomorrow."
With that, his gaze returned to the monitor.
[Would you like to create a new character?]
[▶ Yes] [▷ No]
I didn't actually want to click it. But it had to be done.
Click.
A flood of information filled the screen — a pre-installed template he had written before.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
He typed continuously, stopping every now and then to stare at the ceiling, second-guessing himself, rewriting, deleting, starting over.
An hour passed like that — a quiet war between the keyboard and his own indecision.
Finally, he leaned back.
Done.
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[Name]: Zane _____
[Nickname]: None
[Age]: 16
[Height]: 4'8"
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[Description]: A boy standing at the edge of death. Physically deteriorating. Blind. Mute. Unable to taste or smell. The black sheep of his family,.
[Strengths]: Astral Sight — not his own. Artificial.
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He stared at the screen for a long moment.
Should I really create this character?
The thought lingered. But it wasn't optional — Zane had to exist.Because without him, the protagonist had no mirror to grow from.and he immedietly needs character development.
Still... it had been harder to write than he expected.
He couldn't even begin to truly imagine it. No sight — there goes YouTube, the one thing that kept him company on quiet nights. No taste — and he was a foodie, someone who measured good days by what he ate. No voice — well, that one stung less. It wasn't like he talked to people much anyway.
But the pain. The constant pain underneath all of it.
That was the part he couldn't wrap his head around. it was like a living in a corpse.
'I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.'He exhaled slowly, fingers hovering above the keyboard.
Then —
[Ding!!]