ahmed_badi
He has no name. No roots. No home. Only an ability-a curse-that lets him step between worlds where versions of himself already exist. At first, he used it to escape. Then to control. And finally... to destroy.
Each new dimension gave him another chance, another life to shape. But with every jump, he lost more of himself. Relationships became tools. Love turned into leverage. And the man who once sought meaning began erasing anyone who reflected the weakness he feared most-especially versions of himself.
This is not a hero's story. It's the slow, intimate collapse of a mind breaking under the weight of power and guilt. As schizophrenia twists his reality and identity crumbles, he spirals deeper into obsession, violence, and a final act so horrifying, it echoes through every world he's touched.
How many versions must die before there's nothing left?