Having No Will to Live, I Was Forcibly Dragged into the Struggle for Survival

I was transported into a bizarre and eerie game. On the first day, we players had to choose one person to be the sacrifice. Seeing the group arguing amongst themselves, I silently raised my right hand. "I'll do it. I was just caught on my way to suicide." I died, and when I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning. Some were relieved, some were angry, and some speculated that if no one completed the game, they would be trapped in a cycle of suffering. But I really didn't want to live; I died as the sacrifice each time without fighting or vying for anything. Gradually, the way they looked at me changed. "How could someone be so magnanimous? Could she be a special N?"