WOULD YOU accept justice if it was as valuable as human life? Because I will. My parents’ lives had been murdered and I felt compelled to seek justice for them, even if it meant risking my own life. I filled out the email as justice for my parents’ life that vanished like a bubble was engraved in my mind. This is what I tell you, Don Enrico Custodio: if justice is exorbitant, I will go to any length to get it. This justice is not for me, but for my parents, who perished, and for the other victims who were with them when they swept out to sea in the harrowing incident. With Live Suicide, I will not only be able to pay for justice but also the gratitude and money I owe to aunt Lucia. And, at the very least, I will die peacefully because I have completed everything I need to do. I will die without debt to others. And I will be with my parents again when I pass away. Subject: IWantToDieDainty

“MOM, dad, sister Evangeline, and Stephen, this will be the last time I see you, but don’t worry, we’ll be together again as a family the following day,” I whispered as I gazed at their casket. “Because I’ll be close to you, our family will be whole once more.” Even if our family was shattered by a catastrophe, I know we will reconstruct again it because I will perish after I have served my family justice and fairness. I had to die right now to seek justice for my family’s untimely demise. I reached into a drawer and took out a blank sheet of paper and a pen to write a letter to Aunt Lucia. I had to inform them I would leave and would not be returning anymore so that I would not irk them about my immediate ascension. I’d tell a falsehood if it meant not encroaching with my nefarious scheme. If it meant lying to protect people from becoming suspicious and infuriated, I

FREYJA HOPPED into the chopper and walked inside, while Ciara assisted me in boarding and stepping to the chopper, because my entire body was visibly quivering. When we all got in, Ciara was the one who put on my seatbelt on my own since the various parts of my body are stiffened and I couldn’t move them. I used to fantasize about flying as a youngster, but I forgot I have a phobia of heights, so even if I get on a helicopter or an airplane, I can’t enjoy it because I’m trembling with terror. I couldn’t even glance out the window because I was afraid I’d fall on the ground level, even though I was wearing a seatbelt. Freyja shook her head as she glanced at me. “Are you scared? Why is it that everyone who has boarded this chopper is like you? They’re all shivering with shock and awe as well as practically peeing in their underpants,” she said as she scrutinized my physique. 

WHAT WAS the catalyst that drove others to commit suicide in Live Suicide? Are they like me, who would commit suicide to seek justice for my parents’ deaths, or do they have another reason? “Dainty, stick with me. I’ll take you to your room since it’s nighttime and you need to fall asleep so you can have energy tomorrow. You need to prepare for your impending demise,” Persefoni said as she began walking, and I followed her. “Alright, thank you very much,” I murmured. She veered around to confront me with a scowl on her face. “Thank you? You’re thanking me because you’re going to die tomorrow?“ Persefoni asked, her countenance contorted with a question mark. I smacked my forehead and shook my head fast as I realized what I had said. “Ah—No! I’m thankful you’ll accompany me to the room I’m going to stay in,” I said, my voi

MY HEART skipped a beat, and my entire body pulled taut as I stood. I’m not sure what I’m feeling right now, as I am standing in front of the person who will discriminate against my sin and death tonight. Adrastos moved away from his prior seat and fiddled with his laptop. When he finished what he was doing, a humongous screen flashed in front of me, so I focused my attention there and observed what they jotted down. I dropped my jaw to the floor when a sequence of messages was displayed on the monitor. I can also see the reaction buttons that the watchers have pressed. When I looked at the camera in front of me, I realized I was being caught on video in real-time. I assumed that what was about to happen to me was being taped and would only be presented to wealthy individuals who wanted to witness my demise. “I forgot that all the people here in Live Suicide are well off,” I said in my mind.&