I was never one of those people who wondered what happened after we died…but now I know.
I didn’t anticipate it being spent going back to school, but here I am. I don’t remember much of my life, though it’s slowly coming back to me, and I have no idea how I died. What I do know is that it was violently and before my time—aka, I was murdered.
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