Everyone Else Died. I Was the Only One Left Alive

Ninety-nine people entered a death game. Ninety-eight died. I was the only survivor.

The police called me a hero, but I knew the real game had only just begun.

Those who died appeared in my dreams every night. Their wounds showed up on my body. Their memories flooded into my mind.

The System said: You are not a survivor. You are the judge.

I said: Then I'll change the verdict.

The System said: You don't have that authority.

I said: I made the rules. I take them back now.

Living is not an outcome. It's a choice.