Nia's pulse hammered in her ears, her mouth dry. She backed away, her eyes never leaving Jax. The last time she had seen him, he was a cold hearted antihero, a figure locked in the pages of a story she had carefully crafted. How could he be standing before her now? How was he real?How is this even possible?

Jax took a slow step forward, his presence filling the room. The air felt heavy, charged with a strange energy. She blinked, and the world seemed to shift ever so slightly. The edges of her reality flickered like a faulty television signal, the apartment walls warping just a little.

"You're... alive," Nia whispered, still in disbelief. Well hello there "little mouse" Jaxs' lips curled into that smirk. "I am whatever you make me. But now, Nia, we are both something more. Something real."

Her mind spun, trying to catch up. How could this happen? How could something she had written, something so deeply contained within her imagination, suddenly break free? She reached for the manuscript on her desk, her fingers trembling as she skimmed over the words she had written just hours ago. The ink was no longer static it writhed and twisted across the page as if it were alive. The letters were shimmering and glinting with a dull hue of red and blue colour

"You're not the only one who's changed," jax said, his voice smooth, almost coaxing. He took another step toward her, his form becoming clearer, more solid with each passing second. "You opened the door with your words. And now, the characters are coming." And there is nothing you could do to stop this from happening.

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The door to her apartment creaked open.

Nia turned, her breath caught in her throat. A second figure stepped inside a tall woman, cloaked in shadow, her face obscured by a hood. She moved with an grace and elegance, and Nia could feel the temperature in the room drop by several degrees.

"Who... who are you?" Nia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. But she knew. This was another character from her story. Another one she had created.

The woman lifted her hood, revealing piercing green eyes ,lean built darkest black hair and a black mask on her face. The darkness lingerie everywhere she went like it was a part of her . She had an intimidating aura. "You've written us into existence," she said. "But you've also unleashed the consequences of your words."

Nia felt a rush of panic. The world she had carefully crafted the struggles,the challenges,the heartbreaks, the triumphs was now spilling out of the pages, becoming real. She had no idea how to control it.

Jax' smirk widened as if he could sense her growing fear. "It's too late to go back, little mouse. You wanted to tell a story, but now you're part of it." How it's fell to be on the other side?huh little mouse

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the street outside. Nia's head snapped toward the window. Something massive was stirring in the distance something dark and menacing, crawling toward her apartment like a living nightmare.

Nia's thoughts raced. Could she stop this? Could she rewrite the ending before it was too late?

"Don't even think about it," Jax said, reading her mind. "The stories aren't yours to control anymore."There is nothing that could be done to reverse it.

Nia clenched her fists, her mind whirling. She was no longer just the writer. She was part of the story. And now, she had to survive it.