"You are the Protagonist"

In a busy street stood a fat girl, looking for someone.

She took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her face. Her eyes scanned the dark side streets and beggars.

Then she found him.

A skinny, fifteen-year-old boy, looking desolate as he watched his surroundings. Others may think of him as an ordinary street urchin, but she knew how special he was.

She walked to him, and when she stopped by his side, he warily looked up at her.

The fat girl took a purse out of her pocket and rummaged through it. She took a 100-dollar bill and waved it before him.

Blankly, she stated, "I have to talk to you for an hour. A hundred dollars now, a hundred dollars after an hour. Nothing creepy, just go with me to McDonald's for a meal."

He stared fixedly at the bill, and after a short contemplation, stood up, took the money, and followed her. She asked what he wanted, and he ordered a few burgers, fries, and a Coke. She took the same drink but had nothing to eat.

After receiving their food, she searched for a secluded place to eat and talk. He followed obediently with his tray, and they ended up sitting across from each other.

When he began to wolf down his meal, she started.

"You have to listen until I finish, no matter how unbelievable it sounds." She took her handkerchief out again, playing with it after wiping away new sweat. She took a few gulps of her drink and waited until she got affirmation from him.

First, he just shot her a glance before continuing to eat. Then, as she really didn't continue speaking, he looked up again and nodded.

She took a deep breath. "You are the protagonist of this world." She paused but didn't look at him, continuing to play with the handkerchief, plucking it slowly.

Her teeth started to chatter, and sweat poured from her forehead.

"Your name is Lance Walker; you were born on 31 March. You are now fifteen years old. Presumably orphaned." Her finger started to tremble.

He tensed for a moment but listened as she continued. "But that's not true." Her voice started cracking.

"You were kidnapped as a kid. You were imprisoned, and I know what they did to humiliate you... you had to drink and eat out of a bowl on the floor, barking like a dog." Her arms and legs started to twitch as she pressed her teeth together, trying to bear the pain.

She didn't want to reopen the protagonist's wounds, but otherwise he would never believe her.

He froze for a moment.

Then before she could react, he reached for his folding knife and pressed it to her neck. He still chewed the rest of his burger languidly while holding the knife, leaning over the table.

Yet, he had to move the knife away a bit to avoid hurting her, seeing that she shook like a leaf, even her face red and drenched in sweat. 

"You...h-h-have no r-r-reason to be hostile a-a-a...a-against me." She stammered.

She took deep breaths, trying to stay calm. "Y-y-you w-w-will have a happ-happy e-e-end."

He snorted at that.

The redness on her face subsided, and instead, she started to look deathly pale. Her sweat turned cold, and she knew she had to hurry. She moved her hand to the knife he was holding, sliding her fingertip against the blade. He flinched and sat back down in shock. 

She showed him her fingertip, and he stared at it in wonder. After some time, despite it being a deep wound, there was no blood. 

The shock on his face was evident.

She did her best to keep her finger still so he could see, but after a bit, she failed and trembled again. He grabbed her finger, moving it close to his eyes so he could see better.

Then he rubbed the wound and pinched her finger. There was no blood.

He scrutinized her. She was chubby, with black hair and eyes, having her hair tied in a messy bun. She wore an oversized black T-shirt, looking mediocre beyond compare.

The girl allowed him to look all he wanted, as he let his eyes wander all over her, and waited until he digested what he had seen.

Meanwhile, she tried to ignore the shrill sound in her head. Roaring,

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