Inside a beautiful villa somewhere in the United States, a woman suddenly sat up in bed, her body covered in sweat. Her breathing was fast and shaky. She clutched the bedsheet tightly, her chest rising and falling like she had just run a marathon.
Her eyes darted around the room.
"How… how the hell am I still alive?" she whispered, voice trembling. "I… I was… dead… I died."
She touched her chest, then her face. Her fingers shook as she pinched her arm, hard. A sharp sting followed. She winced.
"It hurts… so this isn't a dream," she muttered. "I'm really alive."
She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. Her shoulders dropped. She looked around the room—the high ceiling, the creamy white walls, the soft carpet beneath her bare feet. Sunlight poured in through the open curtains, casting golden light across her bed.