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——— なんでわたし？ ———

Megan felt miserable as she stared at the four plain white walls of her ward. It had been a few days since she miraculously survived the overdose of pills.

Megan didn't understand why out of all people, Death chose to save her. There were millions of people who deserved a chance to live and yet, Death let her escape from his clutches.

Megan's hand unconsciously crept over to her scar. It was still there as it was left to be.

Megan could only curse herself repeatedly for being so stupid to not take more pills. She wouldn't have to suffer this fate if it was not for her stupidity she reckoned.

For her it was a shame to live.

But for somebody else, it wasn't.