Lifting her head and blinking at the light, which was strange because she remembered it being dark, Merlou looked around the open and large room, her head fuzzy and feeling a little disoriented. She noticed that there were other people in the room as well, all..undressed? She frowned slightly and looked down, and true enough, she was in the same position as the others. Confused, Merlou pulled the blanket over herself and took a deep breath, instinctively grabbing her phone and rapidly typing in the passcode. 

Once it clicked on, she took one glance at her background, ignoring the other apps that were on it and not noticing that everything had been deleted. Her background was a picture of herself and...and her youngest sister. [i]Her family[/i]. All of a sudden, the memory of her death came flooding back, and the words from Ayame made sense; Merlou had died, and there was nothing that she could do about it now. Her life was over. But what was she doing here? Was she in heaven? In hell? Who was Ayame or those doctors? Where was she? Who were these other people? What was this place? Was her family okay? How were they taking her death? Did they even know she was gone?

Merlou let her phone slide from her hand and onto the bed as her eyes filled with tears and were soon streaming down her face as she tried to make sense of it all. What did she do that she deserved to die? Was it her fault? It probably was, 
since everything was always her fault. As these thoughts crossed her mind, she was soon sobbing, gasping for breath and pulling her knees up to her chest, unsure of where to go or what to do other than cry. She was always sensitive, but she felt as if this were a good reason though she felt vulnerable as a terrible feeling of emptiness sat in her chest. Merlou realized she was alone for good now, and that was what truly terrified her.