The first time I met that person was when I had completely lost hope in life.

Actually, I don't know why I noticed him. Obviously, even when there are all kinds of strange visions in this room, I still don't care.

But when he appeared, I felt like my breathing had stopped.

I feel like that's what I've been looking for, freedom.

For his sake, I rebelled for the first time in my life - I betrayed my father, the man who had imprisoned me all my life and forcibly framed his selfishness in the name of love.

I could not sit idly by when I saw the look of surprise and greed in my father's eyes when he saw him, and I knew that he was going to hurt him for his own selfish gain. Almost subconsciously, I rushed up from behind my dad and shoved him hard to push him away from him. Then he reached out and opened the zipper of the antibacterial suit on his father's chest with a "swish".

This father, who has always been known for his rigor, turned his face ugly all of a sudden. I watched him hold his breath and pull the zipper back again, then grabbed my hand and pushed me back hard.

Behind me was a protruding vase standing horizontally, and my head hit it so hard that it was pitch black.

But I think I must have had a smile on my lips before I fell into a coma: I had wanted to take revenge for more than a decade - in that short moment, it was enough for some unknown bacteria sealed in the tomb to enter my father's respiratory tract and skin.

The moment I reached out to my dad's zipper, I felt like I had been reborn.

He. Give me a second birth.

When I woke up again, I was lying in a coffin. There was a dead silence all around. I looked around and let out a sigh of relief - I didn't see my father, and at the same time I was disappointed - I didn't see him either.

And when I sat up, I noticed something unusual about my body - my body became unusually light.

I looked back, only to see another "me" lying in the coffin.

What does that mean? …… Am I already dead?

At the same time, I realized that the coffin I was in was embedded in the tall wall, resting independently in the air. There were many coffins that looked similar around me, and the furniture on the walls had long since disappeared into nowhere.

Together with Dad. Gone. It took me about ten minutes to digest the feeling in my mind. This whole new feeling. Really, can you leave him? Really, can I be left alone, without having to obey him everywhere? I sat stunned. Until all the information has finally been digested. A happy relief immediately rose in my heart. And a strong sense of excitement -

I can finally regain my freedom?! After all these years, I can finally leave that selfish and authoritarian man and live the life I want by myself?!

Finally, it can. No more life where you can't make your own decisions, feel like a puppet, and have no soul or mind??

Finally, you can experience the feeling of being "alive" in your lifetime??

…… Wait, alive? ……

…… No, I'm dead. Judging from the current situation, I really have no signs of life. The "I" behind him was cold, his face was pale, but there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and the bottom of the coffin behind his head was a solidified dark red.

- "I" is indeed dead. So for me, there is no "life" left.

It's ironic, the only way I can get away from that man is through life and death.

And he, the one who had only seen him once, who had given me a new and unprecedented salvation, really only met once, and just disappeared into my world.

Is this trying to tell me that I don't deserve to be redeemed?

Full of loss.

The sudden surge of negative emotions and self-loathing made me never want to stay in such a depressing place again. I stood up and started looking down.

Look for a way out where you can go.

Theoretically, though, I shouldn't be allowed to exist here right now. I'm already dead, so I should be reincarnated, reincarnated, and start a new life without the memories of this life. But I'm still here, and I'm still thinking about it, so I don't want to give up on myself so quickly, I don't want my life to be so pure miserable - I want to try to make some good memories for myself.

That's why I want to get out of here as soon as possible. Hurry up and escape, and then deceive yourself that there is still a chance to have a fresh start.

And as if they didn't want me to escape from the coffin, there was no place to stay around, which gave me a lot of headaches.

Although it stands to reason that I am already dead, there is no way to be thrown to death again. But fifteen years of "common sense" have made me still feel scared in the face of such a high "cliff".

Just when I didn't know how to settle down, I noticed that the nearest coffin next to me had suddenly been opened.

I was startled, and one after another all the coffins were opened. Many of the girls sat up from the coffin, as I had done before, stretched out as if they had just been asleep, and then greeted each other with the girls in the nearby coffins. I could see from the bottom that in the coffins that were lower than me, in all the coffins where I could see the inner structure of the coffins, behind the girls there was another version of themselves that was exactly like them.

Just like I am at the moment.

Although I didn't understand the language they spoke when they greeted each other, it still gave me a great sense of peace of mind - I wasn't the only one, I wasn't the only one who was here to go through this, and I was here to be confused, scared, and struggling.

Maybe my first step into a new life started with them?

I plucked up the courage and forced myself to poke my head out of them, trying to communicate with them - it was a bit difficult for me. After all, for as long as I can remember, the only person I've been allowed to contact and communicate with has been my father. I was a little at a loss to ask me to talk to more than one strange girl I hadn't seen at all—and they spotted me right away.

They first stared at me curiously, and when they saw that I had no ill intentions, they were the first to greet me with a smile. (To be continued.) )