I opened my eyes, seeing a brown ceiling with the shimmering glow of oil lamps, the scent thick in the air. I slowly sat up.
"Ugh... Where am I?" I murmured softly.
The sound of footsteps echoed, and... in front of me stood someone with a stern face.
"How are you feeling?"
Hearing that, I flinched, staring directly at him.
"W-Where am I?"
Someone else appeared—a young man? Dressed in tattered clothes, almost like a Tarzan.
"Come on, Foxy, don't pull that sour face," he said, in a tone that felt strangely familiar to him.
Now, he looked at me, giving a faint smile.
"If you don't mind me asking... What's your name?"
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I remember... I remember how it all happened. That night... as usual, while I was out buying supplies, I saw... a kitten, about to be hit by a large truck.
It felt strange... Someone closed off and weird like me was moved to save... something so trivial?
For years... my life was plagued by misfortune. Since I was a child... I never received any affection from my family. My mother had passed away when I was young... and my father, he never came home again. I never saw his face after that. To survive, I scavenged—rummaging through trash to earn money.
And then... one day, I made it. I became a content creator. Gaming content. Roleplay—one of the few things that truly brought me joy amid exhaustion. Meeting friends in-game and playing a character... completely different from who we really were. Roleplay made me feel alive.
And now... in front of me, two figures who are... completely unfamiliar to my mind—the design of their clothes, their faces, and... their personalities. And... damn it! I'm... now inside a past Minecraft roleplay, as... the main villain at the end of the story.