Krystal Jung is dead.

I am Krystal Jung.

Therefore-because this is a logic problem even a dimwitted child could solve-I am dead.

Except here’s the thing: I’m not.

“Don’t panic.”

It was my father’s voice.

It was-and it wasn’t. it sounded wrong. Muffled and tinny, but somehow, at the same time, too clear and too precise.

There was no pain.

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