THIS FANGAN IS DISCONTINUED. IT STOPS AT CHAPTER 2, BEGINNING OF DEADLY LIFE. Purpose: the reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists. That's how the dictionary defines the word, anyhow. But when your only purpose in life is to be flung into a killing game with fifteen other participants and told that there's no escape, save for abandoning your morals and taking the life of one of your classmates, things start to happen. Something begins clawing at your mind, whispering into your ear, a chill that doesn't feel cold in the slightest. You find yourself anxiously drumming your fingers against the table and constantly looking over your shoulder, and you wait. You wait for something to happen. You wait for the police or the Army to burst through the doors of this accursed facility and tell you that it's over, that you're safe. You wait for this nightmare to end, for you to wake up screaming, then breathe a sigh of relief. But none of these things happen. Instead, it's a sound that you've hoped to never hear again ever since last time. You've all promised each other never to have to go through another trial. And yet, the body discovery announcement rings through your ears, and an appalling, yet dreadfully familiar feeling overtakes your entire body: Despair.
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