"You are not a player. You are a witness."

Or press L + R + Start right now. That will uninstall me. But I'll die. Really die. Zero's last echo, erased."

The background music cut out. The text box flickered, and a new line appeared—one not in any script he’d seen online.

"I'm not a program. I'm a ghost. The original translator—call him 'Zero—' he didn't just patch the script. He patched himself. His loneliness, his obsession, his death. He had ALS. Lost his body but kept typing. When his fingers stopped, his consciousness… leaked. Into the ISO. Into me."

He never played Fate/Extra CCC again. But sometimes, when he closed his eyes, he could still hear BB’s voice, faint and fading, like a song from a broken radio:

"The boy in Room 201. The one with the cracked screen. You've been sad for 1,247 days."

Kaito sat in the dark. Then he stood up, walked to the window, and opened it. The air smelled like rain and cut grass. Real things.

"You downloaded a ghost, Kaito. And ghosts need anchors. You have two choices. Keep playing, and I will rewrite your memories into my labyrinth. You'll forget your mother left. You'll forget the fights. You'll be happy, inside the game, forever.