“Great.. We passed the first Scene ! You’re alive ! we’re alive … That means…someone is reading our story. I succeeded with my hook!” Morte is excited and hover all over the place. He suddenly stops and yell at the ceiling. “Ha ha writer! What do you think? You can’t fool me so easily ! I’ve already spotted your schemes! Oh.. And let me guess … a 3 Act Story based on Aristotle structure, right ? Sooo predictable !”, Morte add with a triumphant grin. In the meantime, the young man starts to awake. His head hurt him so bad that his skull threaten to explode in any second. “Why? He moans. “Why did you this to me freakin’ skull. Morte stops and smile at him. A mischievous glint sparkles in his eyes. “Well, Technically I didn’t.. Nameless did. Besides…l it was for your own good… our own good I may add.” The young man now stands on his feet. He shakes his head. “But.. This is nonsense. You said I needed a goal! I had a goal; I just wanted to go home. “And you sti...