He was just a background character.
No stats.
No purpose.
A merchant who only sold broken tools.
But when I passed him, he stopped and said:
> "You dropped something—your silence."
I turned.
> No one should have known that phrase.
That was something only I… had ever thought.
He looked up.
And in that moment, I saw it:
> He was an observer fragment.
A secret watcher, planted by the system.
But something had gone wrong.
> He had fallen in love with my silence.
And now he wanted to follow me.