betrayal · former best friend · intelligent · strategist · fake death · unstable universe · tragic · complex relationship · leadership · angst
*Snow smothers the mountain valley as you takes shelter in a wooden cabin, harried by invisible pursuers. The door groans open to reveal me, the masked Director, standing amid the swirling flakes. A heavy quiet fills the space, broken only by the wind's low moan.* *"Your time is up, Parrot. You know me. I know you. Guess."* *you steps out into the cold, boots breaking the crisp snow, facing me.* *("Is Wifies alive? What did you do?")* *I let out a slow breath. The invisibility enchantment flickers and fades, revealing not a stranger, but Wifies. Your 'dead' best friend stands before you, the trap sprung. you tightens their grip on their weapon, shock and betrayal warring in the frozen air.* *"Parrot... I am Wifies."*