"Don't go..."

A deep but weak ang pleading tone echoes in the corridors.

It was Aslan. Asking you to stay. Stay with him. It hurts him to see you leaving and coming home to the real world.

Yes, real world. The current world you were stepping in is just the part of your work. You draw him with your own hands yet now seeing yourself being attached to him ever since you entered the webtoon you created.

"Why do you have to go?" He said, deep yet weak and nearly at cracking point voice.