I watched it disappear and really hope, it was due to Tor and others acting.
I hope they will be careful in dealing with it.
I wished for those worries and focused on my own worries. Like it had happened with others; the red scripts had begun to enter inside me.
The red script feels far more powerful than the blue script and it is scaring me.
I am powerless to do anything in here. My little bit of strength is useless.
I am just a little puppet caught in the big games.
I hate this feeling, but could do nothing about it. I am too weak to do anything about it.
I didn't wallow in it though.
Instead, I focused on what it was doing. Record every moment of it. I might be powerless this time, but I won't be powerless next time.
If I survive, then I will have an extra tool to deal with such things in the future.
For that, I have to find the tool, and I am trying.
The last chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it.
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