Eva is an abused schoolgirl who lost her will to live. But her repeated attempts of suicide were unsuccessful and after each attempt her abuse kept multiplying. During one such attempt, she gets an message from an unknown id in her dm - "Pixieuwu":...
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Olivia pov-
I couldn't shake the worry that had been building up. Eva had been working so hard, and I could tell it was starting to take its toll. I was lying in bed, trying to get some rest, when I heard the dorm door creak open. I sat up, blinking in the dim light, and saw Eva stumbling inside. She looked absolutely awful—her hair was a mess, her face pale, and her legs were barely holding her up. Her arms trembled, as if she didn't have the strength to lift them.
"Eva, what happened?" I asked, my voice filled with concern as I rushed over to her.
The moment she saw me, her eyes welled up, and tears began to spill down her cheeks. "I—I messed up a step," she choked out, her voice barely audible. "They made me do it over... over 100 times. And I'm not even exaggerating. I couldn't get it right... And the vocal training... it was so harsh. I can't feel my throat..."
Her voice cracked as she spoke, hoarse and strained, as if she had pushed her vocal cords to the breaking point. I could feel my heart sink. I grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to steady her, and all I could think was how much she was suffering, how much she had been pushing herself.
"Eva... you need to rest," I said softly, feeling helpless as I guided her to sit down.
She collapsed onto the bed, her body sinking as if the weight of exhaustion had finally caught up with her. Her eyes fluttered, fighting to stay open, but her head kept slumping forward, and her breathing came in shallow, tired gasps. It broke my heart to see her like this—so fragile, so worn out.
I gently helped her lie back, pulling the blanket over her to keep her warm. She didn't even protest, her body too weak to resist. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, watching as her eyes finally closed, too drained to stay awake.
(the next morning)
Eva pov-
"Eva, wake up," I heard a voice softly call. It was Young-woo, her tone unusually gentle, something about it felt different. I couldn't remember much from the night before, just that after 11 p.m., I'd been so tired I somehow ended up back in the dorm.
I groggily sat up and yawned. "I don't want to go to training."
Young-woo chuckled lightly. "Today isn't training," she replied. "Today is the contestant introduction. It's the first day of the survival show."
Olivia, Young-woo, and I went to join the other five in the recording room. We were all assigned to separate chairs. As the leader, I was first, with the camera set up in front of me. I began my introduction, but only my name and my father's name were true.
