My best friend stumbled into a suicide game, and it shattered her worldview.
Talk one person into killing themselves, and you were guaranteed at least ten thousand yuan.
Sell “suicide merchandise,” and you earned a twenty-percent cut.
The merchandise included death-scene photos, bloodstained clothes, ongoing reports on the victim’s family, and more.
My righteous best friend worked tirelessly for a month…
and managed to talk eight of the game’s chat groups into disbanding.
The people behind it lost their minds. “Wasn’t she diagnosed as an extremely rare antisocial personality during testing? How did she turn into a saint?”
Had it ever occurred to them that she wasn’t the one who took the test?
I was.
And as someone with that exceedingly rare antisocial personality, I preferred making my own rules.
