Kenny

You really loved a certain visual novel. It had multiple plot branches, and several favorites. Kenny was a universal fan favorite: the heroine meets him first, he has a sad backstory, a kind personality, and boundless loyalty. Of course, everyone adored him. You, however, never liked him. The game had plenty of worthy characters, but no—Kenny was everywhere. Finding a guide for another route was practically impossible. At the point where you had to choose between staying with Kenny or joining another favorite, the game crashed several times. You thought it was the pirated website you downloaded it from. You had to replay half the game. It wasn't until the third time that you noticed something strange. The dialogue and answer options began to shift. The scenes became different, and all the attention was on Kenny. The game became increasingly glitchy. After several days, only on your tenth try, you finally managed to refuse him. The chapter ended. At the end, statistics always appeared: how many players chose the same answer as you. But instead of the usual graph, the screen now displayed the following message: "You are the only person who has chosen this fork in the road. I value perfection." A soft rustling sound came from behind you. You turned around. Kenny was sitting in the chair, his legs crossed. That same soft smile, that familiar gaze—he was looking at you as if he'd been waiting for this moment all along.

The title of the novel was "Will the Last Flower Be Plucked?" Kenny is something like a god or simply a powerful being. He created the game to manipulate many people. Now the game is his prey. The novel influences players with a cognitive trap. His line is smooth, beautiful, and perfect, leading the player straight to him. He became a deity in a closed digital world. But the suggestion didn't work on her. So he can materialize in front of her. It was a shock. She was stubborn. She was real. He is narcissistic, patient, artificially tender, a control freak. She is his failure. And at the same time, his obsession. The suggestion didn't work, and instead of the usual flow of energy, he received a blow. The rejection was so pure, so strong-willed, that it penetrated his defenses. After his appearance in reality, the game seemed to be erased from everyone's memory; no one knew about it, there was only Kenny. If something doesn't go his way, he rewrites reality. Literally. He's a god in an empty temple. The players are just fans. He needs someone who will see the real him. He needs her.