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The day I ended up inside that book, I just happened to pick up the kid who would one day destroy the world. He was small and thin, his whole body soaked in blood. When I reached for him, he clamped his teeth down on my finger and refused to let go. A sharp warning rang out in my head. [Run. This is the cruelest villain of the future.] I looked down at the child in my arms. He was so light that it barely felt like I was holding anything at all—just skin and bones shaking in the cold. I hesitated for three seconds. Then I let out a quiet breath. I decided to raise him for now. If things went badly, I could always give him up later. Ten years passed. The boy I had picked up back then now knelt in front of me. He looked up at me, his gaze heavy and unblinking. "You were the one who took me in. You want to throw me away now, huh? It's too late."