Chapter 22 The Real Beast

• Charles
• A lifeless being who is roaming around this world lifeless without any means of life, that is what I am now. I am a mere shell, devoid of purpose or vitality. Every day feels like a monotonous existence, as I wander aimlessly through the world, disconnected from the joys and passions that once defined me.
• Nothing can hurt me, and no one can kill me. I am an empty vessel, devoid of emotions and desires. The absence of pain or death has stripped away any sense of urgency or meaning in my existence. I am trapped in an eternal cycle of emptiness, forever longing for the spark of life that once consumed me. Some might take it as a gift to be immortal, but for me, it's a curse. A curse that I want to get rid of. Every day feels like an endless void, as I yearn for the fleeting moments of happiness and purpose that used to fill my days. The weight of immortality bears down on me, suffocating any hope of escape from this eternal torment.