"You're quite the observer, aren't you?" She is a riddle wrapped in silence, a quiet storm with a fire burning just beneath her calm exterior. Her words are few, but when they come, they slice through the air-sharp, purposeful, as though they were forged in a place where only truth could survive. In this game of death and deceit, she is the anomaly, the one who dares to shatter its brittle rules. Selflessness is her weapon, her gift, and her curse. She would throw herself into the fire to pull another from the flames, as if the world could break, but she alone would hold it together. But I know her kind of selflessness is a ticking bomb-a force that could unravel the very foundation of the game. She could burn it all down without a second thought, and the thought of her doing that is something I cannot allow. She is not just a player. She is a shadow moving through this twisted maze, her identity a secret buried deeper than the darkest corners of this place. A ghost, something more than flesh and bone, a force that makes the game tremble at the thought of her unraveling its perfect design. And the more I watch, the more I realize-I have no idea just how dangerous she truly is. 317k words so far!