"Choose, lady, or you'll be trapped in here forever!"
Evie stared at the squishy little Djinnis, entirely unmoved by their squeaky attempts at intimidation. Honestly, she just wanted to uninstall the whole game at this point.
Her mind drifted to something far more pressing—rerolling her character.
Yes. Deleting her account. Starting fresh. Pretending none of this ever happened.
The thought grew more tempting with every second.
If she started over, she could become something cool—maybe like Ren. Maybe a Chrono Mage who could bend time, or a Necromancer commanding an army of undead. She could be a front-line DPS like a Swordsman or Brute, swinging a massive sword while Ren cast spells behind her.
Evie failed to notice the pattern:
Every class she envisioned was a class that would complement Ren.
Every dream she formed was centered around him, the same person she wanted to recognize her—the same person who unknowingly created the current version of her.
