2
Waking up in the hospital, I confirmed with the Game System in my head: As long as this body dies completely, I can go home, right?
After getting an affirmative answer from the system, I moved towards the window.
This hospital room was on a high floor, at least 50 feet up. Jumping from here would certainly be fatal.
I opened the window and leaped out.
An enormous sense of weightlessness hit me, and I instinctively reached out my hand. The howling wind stung my ears.
But I wasn’t afraid. In fact, I was looking forward to death.
Just a little more, and I would be home – back to a world where someone truly loved me.
I closed my eyes, calmly waiting.
The next second, the falling sensation disappeared.
Someone grabbed my arm forcefully. The momentum of the fall caused my muscles to tear and stretch, sending waves of intense pain from my arm throughout my entire chest.
I opened my eyes, feeling like my arm might be broken.
The person who caught me was Leo, Jack’s half–brother.
I looked up at the sweating young man and calmly said,
“Let go.”
Leo gritted his teeth and gripped tighter, using all his strength to pull me up.
He shouted, “Just because my brother didn’t choose you? You’re jumping off a building for that? Is your head filled with shit?”
Leo gritted his teeth and gripped tighter, using all his strength to pull me up.
He shouted, “Just because my brother didn’t choose you? You’re jumping off a building for that? Is your head filled with shit?”
I reached out, slowly prying his fingers off.
“Leo, if I die, it’ll make you happy, right? So, let go.”
