I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game

"I came to keep my promise."

I stood there, holding the woman in my arms.

Her violet hair fluttered slightly.

Around us, only the thinnest threads of silence remained.

The underground prison, once heavy with tension, had fallen into absolute stillness.

"······."

I looked down at the warmth in my embrace.

The drunkard was in a wretched state.

Her limbs were covered in wounds, barely a patch of unbroken skin remained. Blood trailed down her forehead, stark against her pale complexion. Her face was gaunt, devoid of life.

Selena sat on the ground, looking up at me.

Her red eyes trembled in a daze.

‘Did I startle her too much?’

She seemed unable to grasp the situation.

She could only question.

Why was she still alive?
Why had her self-destruction failed?
Why was a familiar face standing before her?

Her confusion was written plainly across her expression.

Even the mask of indifference she usually wore had cracked—she must have been truly shaken.

I let out a bitter smile.

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I had been watching.

Waiting to see what choice she would make.

Would she wake from her stupor, or would she repeat her mistakes?

I had believed in her.

I had believed in the regret she had whispered in her weakest moment.

I had believed in the faint light flickering in her eyes.

If it were her, then surely—she would not let despair consume her as I once did.

I had waited for her choice.

And in the end—

—"I just sobered up."

She had chosen to endure the hangover.

Even though the poison that had built up over the years would make sobriety painful.

She had chosen to move forward.

"Professor."

Still lost in a daze, Selena barely reacted.