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You died again.

You’ve lost count of what number death this is. You know it’s more than ten, but probably not a hundred yet. They all tend to bleed into each other after a while.

Zombies. The countess. Zombies again. Your face getting eaten. You get shot in the back trying to save someone. Punishment for touching a musical instrument. Zombies a third time, because some higher-up thinks it’s fucking funny to play on your past trauma like that. And so, so many more.

This time it was a giant puppeteer doll, one that wrapped you up in its strings and cut you into 20 different pieces. You’d prefer to get shot at this point, you’re kind of done with the whole ‘painful death’ thing. At least make it painless.

“I’m sorry.”

You look over. It’s the same girl again, the one who always scoops up your soul before it can drift off into the...whatever. She’s in that same black uniform, wearing her hair up in that same bun, covered with the same white cloth. She never wears anything else, and you only ever see her while you’re ‘dead’ and right after you’re revived. But she is always there, ready to bring you back.

Not that she looks happy about it.

“What’re you apologizing for, I should be thanking you,” you say as you sit up.

“Even if your body is alive, your eyes look dead,” the girl says quietly, “I...would rather that you pass on and find peace in the afterlife. But I will be punished if any souls slip through.”

“Yeah, yeah. Gotta keep the numbers up.”

You understand her plight, but that doesn’t make this any easier to deal with. Is this all you’re good for here? Dying? The Foundation sold you on some ‘saving the world’ nonsense, but you feel lost. What good is all of this even doing?

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WEEK 5