'There is no way! You must be kidding! I can't die yet, there are still so many things I must do!' Priscilla pulled at her hair, trying to get a grip of situation, but the floating bubble and the endless landscape of both nothing and everything were not helping. 'Shit SHIT SHIT!' Her gait from side to side became more hurried than before, her eyes scanning the panel for anything else that could be of help.
'Tell me. How did I die?'
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─⋅⋆⁺ You died by a cursed dagger being plunged into your heart from behind. The perpetrator has been taken care of, but your blood loss combined with your heart not beating resulted in your demise :)
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'FUCK!' She ripped a large chunk of her hair out. 'Then why am I here? Shouldn't I go to heaven or hell?'
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