Dead cold ticking at his hip chain hangs from the pocket crackling in the dark as he steps through a shattered icy hallway looking for the him who never got an opportunity to feel the dead cold.
Scythe drags carving thin white lines into the surface of the emptied hallways telling him they lost so he can feel better when he steps over every broken body with the stench of decay suffocated by the cold air where his scythe drags.
Every sight noted every scent noted every taste noted every sound noted every touch noted as he finally gets to his office and finds himself slumped over the desk frozen tears crystallizing on shut eyes rimmed in dark circles over knife-scarred cheeks parallel to a broken blade shattered next to a mask and a charred body so the trespasser knows this him lost the only one who made it worth fighting and until he went cold the nightmare filled his every sight.
Reaching his hand out he takes himself by the collar and slowly drags himself aside to riffle through the documents and when he wakes up he's kicked back to sleep but not before his eyes widen so he can start reaching his hand out.
Charted course to indisputable victory on a map made of dead ends branching back together till they create a charted course.
This is how you alter fate? [LOOP CLOSURE INVALID]
alan achieved victory through infinite alterations learning from his(?) own mistakes and in the end that was all that alan achieved