WARNING: This chapter contains graphic and disturbing content, including descriptions of violent deaths, torture, and bodily harm. Reader discretion is advised. Proceed with caution.
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{The death sequence begins now…}
As soon as the system's words faded away, Scarlett felt an eerie sensation wash over her. The room around her blurred and distorted. A strange force lifted her off the ground, making her feel weightless yet impossibly heavy at the same time.
She tried to struggle, to move even an inch, but her body refused to obey. It was as if she had become a prisoner within her own skin conscious, aware, yet utterly helpless. The sensation reminded her of being trapped in a dream, yet she knew with certainty that she was still awake.
Without warning, her surroundings shifted again, and she suddenly found herself standing at the very edge of a rooftop. The wind howled around her, whipping her hair into a frenzy as if mocking her impending doom.
