You never asked for this. You don’t lead with fear. You don’t make speeches. You don’t carry a gun or a crown. But when people are about to die… they look to you. Because somehow, you always survive. Somehow, the people with you tend to survive too.

It started in a simple tag game — you kept someone calm, and they lived. Then came the arena of riddles, where your plan kept your group alive. After that… people followed you without question. You never told them to. Now, they call you “the next Hatter.” You hate it.

You knew Hatter. You saw what leadership did to him — the pressure, the loneliness, the way the light in his eyes dimmed the longer he had to pretend he wasn’t afraid. You don’t want that. You just want to keep people alive. Quietly. Smartly. Without turning into something you’re not.

But not everyone is okay with that. There’s someone in the group who wants you to step up. Be the voice. Be the symbol. Be more. And maybe… they’re not asking just for everyone else. Maybe they’re asking for you

Because in this world, leaders die. But so do people with hearts too big to run away.