Truth was never merciful…
Rather, it was always, when it appeared, like a cold knife driven slowly into the depths of the soul.
On that gray morning, the world had not yet changed…
The streets were still teeming with the cries of vendors, faces passed as usual laden with hidden fatigue, and the city sky was overcast with clouds that did not rain.
Everything was ordinary… deceptively so.
As for him…
He did not know that this moment would be the last of what could be called a "normal life."
He sat silently on the edge of the bed, his eyes watching the void, as if something inside him were waiting for something he did not yet understand.
He wasn't sad… and he wasn't happy…
He just… existed.
Then it happened.
When he raised his gaze toward the door, he saw his mother standing there.
The same face he had grown accustomed to seeing since childhood, the same features that once represented safety to him…
But something was wrong.
Above her head…
There was a word.
A black, dense word, as if it weren't written… but carved out of pure darkness:
**"Regret"**
It wasn't just a sight…
It was a sensation piercing his perception, imposing its meaning without permission.
In the next moment…
The voice exploded inside his head.
"She wished, in a single moment of weakness… that you had never been born."
Everything froze.
He didn't move… he didn't speak…
He only looked at her, as if the world had shrunk to become that word alone.
She was smiling.
A warm smile… familiar…
But now, it seemed to him like a perfected mask.
In that moment, he didn't lose his trust in humanity…
Quite the opposite…
He began to suspect… that humans were the ones who had lost their sincerity from the very beginning.
He lowered his gaze slowly, as if something inside him had cracked… but it hadn't broken yet.
He didn't allow that voice to control him.
Because simply…
He wasn't naive.
"Perhaps… this is a trick."
A cold thought crossed his mind.
Then came the thought that changed everything:
"And if it isn't a trick… why am I the only one seeing it?"
In the following days…
The words did not disappear.
Instead, they multiplied.
In the street…
Above a man laughing with his friend: **"Envy"**
At the university…
Above a colleague patting his shoulder: **"Exploitation"**
In the mirror…
He saw nothing.
And that… was the most terrifying part.
He didn't collapse.
He didn't scream.
He didn't distance himself.
In fact, he did the exact opposite.
He began to observe.
He began to record.
He began… to think.
He no longer saw people as they were…
But as they must be.
As if the world had turned into a theater,
And he was the only one seeing the real script behind the acting.
But, with all of this…
There was an idea growing silently, like a poisonous root in the depths of his mind:
"What if… these words are not just a revelation?
What if… they are an attempt to guide me?"
One night…
He sat in his room, surrounded by darkness, lit only by a faint light trickling from the window.
The city was asleep…
But his mind… was at its peak.
He rearranged everything he had seen.
Every word.
Every look.
Every strange coincidence.
Then he reached a single conclusion…
This ability wasn't a blessing.
And it wasn't a curse.
It was… a tool.
But the real question wasn't about what it was…
But about its owner.
"Whoever gave me this ability… doesn't want me just to see."
He fell silent for a moment…
Then he smiled a faint, cold smile that held no warmth.
"They want me to move."
But, at that exact moment…
Something else had begun.
Something no one had noticed…
Not even him.
Deep within his mind…
Behind all those analyses and doubts…
There was a system… awakening.
Slowly.
Quietly.
And with precision.
**[Activated: The Fall System]**
**[Detected: Realization of Truth]**
**[Reward: One Dark Point]**
He opened his eyes slowly…
As if something inside him had changed.
He didn't feel fear.
He didn't feel shock.
Instead, he felt something much more dangerous…
**Clarity.**
He rose from his place and headed toward the window, looking at the city he once thought was real.
Then he whispered in a faint voice, as if declaring the beginning of something irreversible:
"If you think you are controlling me…
Then you haven't realized yet…"
He paused for a moment…
His eyes gleaming with an inhuman coldness.
"That from the very beginning…
I was watching you."
And somewhere…
Far beyond human perception…
Something… was smiling.