The Undoer of Stories tried to reduce everyone to meaninglessness. He trained with an Asian master and was a professor of English, making him especially equipped to undo stories. He was on the brink of undoing several hundred people's lives, which would make them do the same to others and cause the death of society. As his student in the Asian arts, before I realized his nature, he undid 99% of my story. He waited 10 years, pointed out my gravest sin from back then, and said that it is all I was. I held on. I realized that all my mortal sins simply made me an antihero. The Undoer of Stories was the villain. Even if my life tallies up to make me a villain, stories prevailed, because I'm in the story. The Undoer of Stories is also in this very story, which makes him vanquished. It is written. Or is it? To be continued...