Fuck it, you think. I'm out, this shit's off the hook it's over. This girl with a sadistic look in her eyes, you would rather die by your own whim than hers. You try to remember and now you realize, at least seven men have vanished from this class in just a month now, probably all killed off like animals. Worse, how many have done what you've done and just jumped? How many have had this same epiphany and killed themselves thinking they were making a difference? Potentially you're sticking it to an engineered system created by Roshan, or you're just playing into her game.
It's five steps and then the ground vanishes below you, and you're flying through the ground. A million infinities away you see the floor that's slowly coming closer, or you're getting closer. The air whirring around you manipulates your loose, aching body until you turn to your back and cannot even see Roshan's face anymore, everything is a blur.
You're tired now, it's fine to die here. You hit the ground and in one instant your bones are turned into a thin powder by the inertia that flies through your body. Each organ ruptures at once and you never feel a single thing before your awareness has vanished. The world is spinning without you.
She's thinking "How many have done that now? I need to try and catch these guys or something."
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