John whipped around, primal fear in his eyes.

"who's there!" he cried out to no response other than his own echo.

Each successive room he went into seemed smaller and smaller as his heartbeat got faster and faster. The pace of the story had reached its peak and the scope had narrowed to the tip of a needle.

John picked up his pace, trying to escape the narrative current pulling him towards an unfortunate climax. Overwhelmed by the current and drowning in helplessness John did the unthinkable, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head.

"You're nothing without me! You know me as well as I do! Don't think I wont do it!"

Surely he was bluffing, John was scripted to be a brave and tactical man, which coupled with plot armor made for the perfect storytelling. Leave it to John to find a cunning way to stop the story in its tracks. It was why the readers loved him...and why the narrator did too.

John put down the gun and walked out of the room in search of his next adventure.