”When did the Billionaire release his last game? Sixty years ago, maybe?”
An old woman... Kyle’s grandmother... spoke softly, her voice carrying a warmth that steadied his restless mind. She brushed his hair with gentle, practiced hands, her touch grounding him even as his thoughts wandered toward the chaos he’d seen.
Kyle had changed since his awakening. His eyes carried a deeper weight now, sharper, older, as though he had lived more lifetimes than his years could count.
“You know,” she continued, smiling faintly, “your father used to say those games were fun, even if you had to face hardship after hardship. Now you tell me he’s launching his final game.” She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “I don’t know what that means. Since he’s the only Billionaire… is he planning to retire? Or
