[You have died]
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Drifting in a void, not going in any particular direction, absolutely still, but still moving forward. This was the state Victor found himself in. This feeling he remembered from when he first woke up in this dungeon, or something similar, he was having it all over again.
'How did this happen?... How did my life become like this?... Ahh, yes. It all started on that day.'
There were times he had died, countless at this point to be exact, but even then he didn't experience this.
'If only I left then. If only I didn't listen to her.'
'If I had been just a little selfish.'
Victor continued drifting deeper and deeper into the void not being able to move or brig forthcoming thoughts, the only thing he felt was emptiness and penitence.
'If only I didn't listen to that bitch.. This has happened before. I wonder where I'm going now.'
