"The hell I will!" Lina shrieked, popping up like a possessed marionette. Her hair flared like she was charging a Final Fantasy limit break.
The Rabbit actually jumped, caught so off guard that his watch fell out of his paw and spun into the void like a spinning coin of doom.
"You little narrative gerbil," Lina snarled, stomping toward him. "Get me back in there right now! I am not ending on a Game Over! One failure is character development! Two? That's a career killer!"
The Rabbit, backing up, held up his tiny paws. "Hey, hey, easy! Let's not hop to conclusions—"
But Lina grabbed him by the shoulders with all the grace of a caffeine-fueled gamer on a losing streak.
"You think I'm just going to walk away with a FAILED stamp on my permanent record? That I'll crawl back to some boring B-Rank world and babysit a sad prince with daddy issues again?!"
"I remember there's no world like that yet for you," the Rabbit muttered.
