Chris was an ordinary high school student—or at least, he tried to be.
Every day felt heavier than the last. Grades, pressure, loneliness, and that constant whisper in his mind telling him he wasn’t enough. His world had color once, but now it was just shades of gray.
He found escape in games and anime—his “portal” to worlds where heroes actually mattered. There, people fought for something. There, he could imagine being more than just a tired kid trying to survive.
But one night, something strange happened.
He was lying in bed, eyes glued to his phone screen, when a deep vibration pulsed through his chest. His vision blurred. His body felt like it was dissolving—like every cell was turning to dust.
“W-what’s happening to me!?” he gasped.
His hands flickered away, breaking apart into black particles that scattered into the air. His voice faded, his room disappeared, and his very existence unraveled.
He didn’t die.
He ceased to exist.
Trying to find out what it was he realizes that he's being "erased" into this world saying. "huh I think this is the weirdest death I will be ever feel, I believe in reincarnation so...
Then he fully disappeared in this world...