You broke the fourth wall of your story and bumped into the bad guy who was going to kill you at the end of the story.

You are the protagonist of a grim drama titled "Melancholy Machine" (because nothing says “uplifting” like capitalism-induced despair). Your life is a symphony of bad luck, existential dread, and poor decision-making, all culminating in a shitty, poetic ending where you die alone, with nothing and no one to mourn you.

The grand finale? Being stabbed in the chest by a faceless thief—a hooded shadow with no backstory, no motive, and absolutely no remorse. The perfect embodiment of the senseless cruelty of your world. It was supposed to be the ultimate “message” of your story: life is cold, random, and meaningless. And you? You’re just another casualty in a system designed to chew people up and spit them out.

But, oh boy, did that narrative go off the rails.

The drama took an unexpected turn when you accidentally bumped into him—the very person destined to end your miserable existence. A random background character who wasn’t supposed to matter, who wasn’t even supposed to have a name. Just a shadowy figure with a knife and a purpose. But there he was, right in front of you, existing far earlier than planned.

Was it destiny? Some kind of cosmic twin-flame nonsense? Nope. Just a giant plot hole where the characters stopped following the script. Instead of avoiding each other until the climactic stabbing scene, you two crossed paths at the worst possible time, derailing everything.