Second Chance Hope

Last term, I found a death list. This term, I’m on it.
I thought things were settling down. That the worst things I’d face are final exams.
Wrong. One by one, my boys disappear until I’m the only one left.
Still reeling from discovering I’m surrounded by more human-adjacent people I knew existed, my whole world tilts when I’m thrown into an alternate reality. Or the same one, only different. Who knows. Not me, that’s for sure.
So what am I supposed to do now? Rolling over and waiting for death isn’t my style. I prefer going down kicking my enemies in the balls. Or beg them to let me go. Their choice.