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I died.
    Again.
    [System Notice: You have died.]
    The message appeared so often that I stopped reading it after a while. The font never changed. The tone was always polite. Death, apparently, had excellent customer service.
    Fire. Poison. Betrayal. Execution.
    Death and I had cleared every route together.
    [Cause of Death: Fatal.]
    By my tenth death, I was annoyed.
    By my thirtieth, bored.
    [Death Count: 876]
    [Tip: Avoid dying.]
    By the time I reached my hundredth death, the system stopped offering advice.
    [Death Count: 9870]
    [No tips available.]
    That was when I realized something was wrong.
    Or rather…
    Death itself was starting to give up.
    [System Error.]
    [Respawn Failed.]
    …Huh.
    Even Death, it seemed, gives up.