It shattered something inside me.
Frey Starlight?
Who was Frey?
My main character…
the protagonist I created…
No.
My eyes widened ..
reality vanishing for a second.
A second that brought everything crashing back.
Memories flooded into my mind with brutal force.
Frey Starlight wasn't a fictional character.
He was real.
That miserable hero who stumbled through endless suffering wasn't a figment of imagination—
he was flesh and blood.
Veins pulsed across my forehead as I roared in pure, unfiltered rage:
"WESKER!!!"
Rage like I'd never known before.
They had tricked me ..
not once,
but twice.
The fog-covered demon…
and now Wesker.
I screamed, drawing every ounce of aura I could muster,
desperate to tear that bastard apart—
But I couldn't move.
With a mocking smile, he looked down at me.
"Still just an insect."
"What are you trying to accomplish with this?!"
I roared, completely unhinged.
Cursing them ..
those who had twisted my memories of my family,
