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Natsu sat frozen. His hand went to the back of his own neck. He felt a small, smooth bump he had never noticed before. It felt like a grain of rice under his skin. He opened it

He deleted the bump on his neck with a sterilized x-acto knife, packed a bag, and walked out into the Tokyo night. Behind him, his computer screen flickered. A new file was already downloading. His hand went to the back of his own neck

In the footage, as his younger self walked out the door, a tall, thin man in a black coat stepped into the frame from the opposite direction. The man didn't look at the camera. He looked directly at Natsu's younger self. Then he pulled a small, rectangular device from his pocket—it looked like an old MP3 player with a cracked screen—and pointed it at the retreating figure.

Natsu looked at his reflection in the dark monitor. He saw a character. Not a person. A file. A download. And for the first time in his life, he understood what true freedom felt like—because if he was just a story, then he could write his own ending.