Overwhelmed by the nightmarish vision of your own lifeless body hanging from the ceiling, you flee your room in search of the stranger.
Adrenaline surges through your veins, and you run for miles, your body strangely not feeling tired despite your lack of athleticism, until you eventually collapse from exhaustion.

When you wake up, you find yourself back in the eerie void that tickles your memory.

This time, it feels more like an inhabited place, shrouded in fog.

You spot the stranger in one of the building windows, presumably his home, and decide to enter.

As you enter the building, you're met with a shocking sight.
The stranger is in the midst of a meltdown, spiraling into uncontrollable crying and screaming.

Because you befriended him, the society decided to kill you off, as people who see the human in him deserve to die.


His words become incomprehensible grunts and screams, a cacophony of anguish.

You feel a surge of empathy for the stranger.
He was there when the world wasn't, offering solidarity with your struggles.

It seems that in this strange, underground society, the ill befriend the ill, creating a unique bond born out of shared suffering.

Yet, you can't ignore the fact that the stranger's actions led to your own death.
The dilemma weighs heavily on your mind as you contemplate your next move.


Will you spare the man who showed solidarity with your struggle, allowing him to carry on with you as allies in this peculiar world?

Or will you push him out of the window, seeking revenge for your own death but burdening yourself with the guilt of taking another person's life?


Spare
Kill