Act 1: Through My Deaths, I’ll Build a Better World!

This is the story of a girl who died… and then died again.

“Did I really come to this world… just to die like this?”

Her last thoughts played through her mind as she lay on the ground, her head and back floating on a puddle of her own blood, her hands attempting fruitlessly to cover up the gaping hole in her belly. The sky she looked upon slowly lost its color, its trademark light blue giving way to a cold and harrowing, yet somehow still comforting, black.

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Her vision fading, her muscles unable to respond, every speck of her being had given up, ready to accept its destined fate.

But before her breath fully vanished, before her soul could finally embrace death’s merciful arms, her mind uselessly struggled for one long second.

A memory played, seemingly for no reason but to mock her, to remind her of what a wasted opportunity this last life of hers had been.

What that memory was, you may ask?

Well, luckily for you, I know. I saw it. I heard it. Everything she felt, I felt.

So now, let me tell you what that memory contained.

Even better, let me tell you every one of her memories. The ones before that day. The ones from days after.

Let me tell you the memories of the girl who naively thinks she can challenge the world.