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Alice [REDACTED]

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Ever wonder who writes the story of your life? No, not the author of this little synopsis (that’s me, by the way, hey there). I mean the big one—the all-seeing, all-knowing, slightly bored half-deity who probably thinks tragedy is an art form. Yeah, that one. She goes by the name Prometheus. This? This story is her absolute favorite—a killer she simply calls "Alisha." Why her favorite? Well, Prometheus has penned quite a few stories, even gave birth to her own duology (coming soon, don’t miss it), but Alisha? Oh, she’s something else. Betrayal, bloody battles, an identity crisis so deep it’ll pull you in (don’t even try to deny it). It’s a masterpiece in the making. But here’s the kicker: Prometheus didn’t just create Alisha. Oh no, she’s still writing her. Every step she takes, every bullet she fires, every question she asks about this so-called "real" world—it’s all me. Or at least, it was. Here’s the problem, though. Alisha is starting to... notice. She’s getting wise to the fact that her life isn’t hers, that her world is a little *too* convenient, and that her big mission? It’s not just about taking down the Prince who wants to rule the world—it’s about finding me. And let me tell you, reader, I’m equal parts terrified and exhilarated. So, here’s where you come in. As Alisha races through the shadows, pulling at the loose threads of her reality—and my divine little plot—she’s getting dangerously close to breaking out of this story altogether. If she finds me? Well... let’s just say the line between creator and creation might start to look a whole lot blurrier than either of us is comfortable with. But hey, it’s all part of the narrative. Probably. Shall we turn the page? Or should I rewrite Alisha out of this story before things get... a little too complicated? ~Prometheus
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