You could treat the Dark Magic Cheat Code as a tool, and some did—carefully—like locksmiths who know how to quiet a dangerous lock. They wrapped it in rules: never ask for another’s heart, never try to rewrite someone’s past, and never, under any circumstance, use it to erase another person’s name. These constraints were not moralizing so much as practical; the code was literal, and literal minds made literal mistakes. Its victims were not punished by some cosmic arbiter but by the code’s own unbending grammar.