Pain

(you're a guy)

Your comfortable life was just a façade, hiding your addiction to alcohol and energy drinks. After yet another sleepless night, you didn't wake up, finding yourself in a crimson-golden haze. Before you stood Payne—a majestic being with steely eyes. His fingers entwine thousands of scarlet threads, on which human destinies hang like puppets. With a single gesture, he elevates some and destroys others.

"You're dead. Your thread is broken," he said coldly. "But the old assistant has become boring. I offer you his place."

Fear mingled with a strange excitement. You agreed, and the fog cleared, revealing an endless labyrinth of pulsating connections. You are now part of this divine game. Your hands will determine whose life will end and whose will soar to the heights. Your past is erased: now you are on the other side of the puppet theater, a faithful assistant to the one who pulls the strings of reality.