Without a second thought, I darted towards her like an arrow.
When I awoke, my stomach churned with discomfort.
The pungent smell of medicine made me nauseous.
After retching, I realized I was lying on a transparent plank road.
The ground was marred with filth, and a deep, foreboding abyss opened up right beneath my feet.
In my hand, I clutched a piece of paper with elegant writing.
[It was my own choice, so no one else is to blame.]
What a coincidence!
I descended to Earth to honor my bet.
To my astonishment, I had possessed the body of a girl who had attempted suicide by drinking pesticide and jumping off a cliff!
She was in the full bloom of youth, so why did she choose to end her life?
Sighing, I delved into her memories, seeking the reason she committed suicide.
Yet, she closed off her heart entirely before her death, leaving behind no clues to her reasons.
The only wish I could glean was her desire for her live broadcast to reach a million fans!
I was stunned.
I pondered, "Had the world's live streaming culture evolved to such extremes?
Did not reaching a million fans mean death?"
My confusion was interrupted by a flickering light.