Here I am, lying on my bed, feeling lifeless. With every passing moment, I feel my life fading away. You could practically say I'm on my deathbed. How did it come to this? Some people may wonder. I am your average Joe with obviously average looks and a part-time job that pays far less than it should.
I have a very strange condition that has been nagging at me since I was nine years old. The doctors say they can't determine what's wrong with me. Over the years, I've been prescribed countless medications and referred to numerous specialists, but nothing ever seemed to help. I didn't mention that I was raised by a single parent—my father. He did his best to provide for me, but he tragically passed away when I was just fifteen. With him gone, making ends meet became nearly impossible. I had to drop out of school and take on multiple part-time jobs just to survive.
With my low income, I couldn't afford to keep up with my medications or pay for regular doctor visits. As time went on, I could feel my health deteriorating. Every night, I went to bed thinking I wouldn't wake up to see the next day. I guess that wish of mine is finally coming true.
My vision started to fade, little by little. I laughed bitterly and asked myself, "Was death always this slow?" Looking back on my life, I realize I have no memorable moments to cherish. Or maybe, if you consider all the suffering I've endured as memorable, then I suppose I have plenty to share. Am I really cracking jokes on my deathbed? I guess the saying, *"Life is hard, but death is so easy,"* is true. You really have to experience something to understand it.
My mind feels sluggish now. At last, I felt my life flash before my eyes. And then… nothing.
Huh? Why do I feel strange? Aren't I supposed to be dead? My vision began returning slowly, and I found myself asking, What just happened?
I couldn't quite make out what was happening. After what felt like twenty seconds, I started to slowly discern my surroundings. It seemed like I was in an apartment room—something resembling a school dorm for a single student.
Suddenly, I felt an excruciating pain tearing through my head, as if it might burst at any second. Before the pain could fully settle in, I noticed a transparent blue panel appear in front of me. It looked like some kind of game menu or stats screen, something straight out of a video game. On the panel, strange words were displayed. The language appeared foreign—nothing like the English I was accustomed to reading or writing.
As the pain in my head began to subside, I closed my eyes for a moment and reopened them. To my surprise, I found myself suddenly able to decipher the words written on the blue panel.
I immediately recognized the title displayed on the panel. How could I not? It read: *"Welcome to The World's End."* I was all too familiar with it—it was the title of a novel I had read in the past. Before I could process this revelation, the text on the panel changed to: *"Hope you enjoy your stay."*
Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the panel vanished into thin air.
At this moment, my entire being felt like it was in chaos. What the hell just happened? I'm not someone who usually overreacts, but what's not to overreact about in this situation? A moment ago, I was dying, and now it seemed as though I had been reincarnated into the world of a novel I once read.
As I struggled to process this, foreign memories began flooding into my mind. It was nauseating. These weren't my memories. They belonged to someone else—the person whose body I had apparently been reincarnated into.
It took me some time to organize the influx of memories, but eventually, I began to piece things together. This body belonged to a teenager named Snow.