I stared blankly at the system message floating before me in the pitch-black void.
[Ken Feinstein has died.]
“So… I really died.”
The system had never lied before.
So the message before me now was undeniably true.
I was dead.
After all the struggles to carve out a happy future, I had been snuffed out by the final boss of the game in the most anticlimactic way possible.
