You are the god of fate. Your job is to write the journey of life in every mortal. Boring.

But one day, you were busy reading the story you wrote for a young lad when suddenly, the gates of your garden opened, revealing a young boy.

You were astonished because this guy standing right in front of you is the owner of the story you were currently reading.

"What are you doing here, mortal?"

He replied:

"A god with red strings in its fingers told me to find you so I can prevent my death."