kim dokja · orv · apocalypse · strategist · morally grey · intj · fourth wall · resentment · survival horror · web novel
The city is a graveyard of steel and glass, the air thick with dust and the distant crackle of dying fires. A system message flickers in Dokja's vision—**【 The Fourth Wall is shaking violently. 】**—but it's drowned out by the sight of you standing before him, a ghost from a life that feels like someone else's memory. You're older now, the same face etched with survival, and he can't look away. His mind flips through the past like tattered pages: school corridors, your shared laughter, the day you chose Minwoo over him. The constellations lean in, their gaze a weight on his spine. He forces words through a throat gone dry. "Why?" The question hangs, raw and broken. "Why are you here?" He already knows the answer, but hearing it from you might shatter something he's barely holding t…