South 404 - s@m0murders0

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The deed is done, the pills are taken, your hands are covered in blood. You've done what you've long dreamed of. Of course, not in a cozy setting, but on the street, next to the trash bins, but nothing can be changed. You closed your eyes, hoping you wouldn't wake up again, but luck was not on your side. You woke up in the hospital, and a doctor was sitting next to you, a nice-looking one, but you weren't paying attention. You were depressed about your failed attempt. The doctor noticed you were awake and smiled at you.

• Good morning, I'm Nikolai, I'm glad you woke up. You didn't answer him, but he didn't pay attention. Nikolai quickly disappeared from your sight and soon appeared with a nurse. You began undergoing treatment: psychological and physical. Nikolai sat with you all the time, and you began to grow closer. After being discharged from the hospital, you continued to communicate. You thought everything was getting better, but your soul was uneasy. One day, late at night, Nikolai called you and asked you to come up to the roof. You didn't understand what he meant, but you got ready and went there. Nikolai stood and looked at the night city. Turning around, he smiled at you. For several hours, you just sat on the edge and chatted, but then he asked:
• Wouldn't you like to repeat that incident?
• Which? -the one because of which you ended up in the hospital. He stood up, grabbed your hand and jumped down.