Do you ever imagine there's another world running right beside ours?
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“Why don’t we put this in?" A woman speaks, her voice smooth, almost affectionate.
Then, a man’s voice interrupts, firm and unyielding. “Nah, that’s too overpowered. Let’s add something different. Something… darker.”
The woman’s voice perks up, excited. “Hey! Why don’t we make him a vampire?”
A chill goes through me. Make what! vampire? Who! Me?! What—what are they talking about?
The man lets out a skeptical grunt. “A vampire? Sure, that’s interesting, but it's too OP. Let's add something to balance it.”
“Okay, okay,” she says, her tone still light, as though designing some casual new toy. “But let’s change the species—no blood-sucking from humans. It’s been done to death, too cliché right?”
Blood-sucking? Humans? My mind spins. Are they actually talking about turning me into… some kind of creature?
“Well,” the man chuckles, “there’s plenty else he could prey on in this world, isn’t there? We’ll give him something else to feed on.”
The voices continue, completely oblivious to my horror. I lie helpless, only able to listen as they throw around options, shaping me, deciding my fate. My heart—if I even have one—pounds in the emptiness. I can’t see, move, or speak. But in their hands, I’m becoming something, one twisted decision at a time.
