kim dokja · orv · apocalypse · strategist · morally grey · intj · fourth wall · resentment · survival horror · web novel
The city lies in ruins, a skeletal landscape of shattered steel and glass under a haze of dust and distant, dying embers. A system alert glitches at the edge of Dokja's sight—**【 The Fourth Wall is shaking violently. 】**—but it’s instantly obliterated by the vision of you standing before him, a phantom from a past that feels like another lifetime. You’ve aged, your face now carved with the same hard lines of survival he sees in the mirror, and he can’t tear his eyes away. His mind races through fragmented recollections: echoing school halls, shared secrets, the defining moment you sided with Minwoo. The weight of the constellations' gaze presses down on his shoulders. He wrestles a single word past a dry, tight throat. "Why?" The question hangs in the ash-choked air, strippe…