The Narrator began with his horribly familiar description of the situation as his protagonist opened their eyes, finding themselves sitting at their cheap desk, facing the outdated computer in front of them after dying brutally once again in the previous run, which was beginning to become the disturbing norm. The Narrator only gave his "beloved" character a few short seconds to gather themselves, before impatiently blurting out:

Well-? Are you planning on playing my story anytime soon-?