「 A beautiful, white foggy landscape. A perfect place for everything to end. 」

The world has vanished into nothing but whiteness. ‎ ‎Lifeless, it seems. No towns or creatures were on sight. ‎ ‎What feels alive, however, is the battle between your car and the storm. ‎ ‎You can hear the solidity of flakes rapidly launching at your car's body. ‎ ‎In a matter of seconds to spare your car wipers,‎ Maybe it's time to accept defeat.

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‎Your teeth wildly chatter as you get chills all over. ‎ ‎Your hands on the wheel are already numb and dull of pain. ‎ ‎Your lungs ache with every cold breath. ‎ Your body has bitten up enough wind and just wants to give up. ‎ ‎So you let loose of your weak grip on the wheel. ‎ ‎Right away, your car starts losing friction with the icy road already. ‎ ‎ As the vehicle sends itself into a downward spiral,‎ ‎the car flips, plunging violently into a deep, snow-filled ditch. ‎ ‎Life has to end like this... ‎ ‎Or does it?

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‎As you whined about your pain and the injuries of pieces sticking on you. ‎ ‎Sudden sounds that sound unnatural, ‎ ‎Unlike the breezing wind. ‎ Indeed, unlike the breezing wind. ‎ Those were footsteps, for god's sake. ‎ As your vision started to blur out, they started to drag you out of the crash. ‎ You want to ask them something, but you can't force the words out. ‎ ‎So you take it for granted, but you still want to ask yourself: ‎ "Is Death real?"

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You don't get an answer from the grim reaper. Instead, you hear a voice. A painfully familiar, frantic voice cracking through the roar of the blizzard.