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you wanted to die. that was what was supposed to happen. when you pulled that trigger or knocked yourself off that building or dragged that blade up your arm. your skin went pale, your breathing stopped, your heartbeat slowly died out. you open your eyes, the light blinds you. as your vision clears up, you find yourself in a hotel room. you look around you.
'good to see you've awakened.' speaks an ivory-skinned and snooty-looking man. you stare at him, confuzed. you're dazed. you want to go home. 'welcome to the winter pulse hotel. i'm jeeves and i'll be attending you. .' he informs you, confusing you further. everything spins.
as the man explains, you are dead. you are in a sort of limbo. this suicidal hotel is permanately stuck in winter. as you venture out of your room, you look around, still slightly off-put. you meet other people, all sharing the same fate as you but with different back stories. at the winter pulse hotel, you get a chance to meet these people and share your stories.
he left them all behind.
we’re left to wonder why
he left us all behind.