Rosalyn stood in front of the mirror in the hospital locker room, slipping on her white coat for the first time as a fully qualified surgeon. The clock read 7:00 a.m., and a strange weight pressed against her chest. "You're hardworking, Rosalyn. You'll be amazing." Her mother's words from a week ago echoed in her mind. But Rosalyn knew the truth: medicine had never been her dream. She had wanted to write, to travel, to do anything that made her heart race with real freedom. Yet her mother had insisted, and Rosalyn had given in.In the surgery department, Dr. Hussam greeted her with a mocking smile. "The new top student? Fine. Start by prepping the instruments. Surgeries are for grown-ups." The day dragged on slowly. Subtle bullying, snide comments: "You're still just a student in our eyes." Boredom gnawed at her from the inside.Then came the night shift. 2:00 a.m. Nurses burst into the corridor, running. A man in his forties, stabbed multiple times in the chest, massive hemorrhage. "All the doctors are in surgery!" Misa, the young nurse, shouted in panic. "What do we do?!"Rosalyn looked at the man. His face was pale, yet strangely calm. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "I can do it."Misa warned her, "Rosalyn, no! Call for help!"But Rosalyn insisted. She stepped into the operating room. At first, everything went smoothly. She made the incision, searched for the source of the bleeding. Then... the scalpel slipped. An artery tore. Blood sprayed like a fountain."No... no!" Rosalyn cried out. Her hands shook violently. Blood soaked her face, her gown, everything. Misa tried to steady her: "Breathe! Keep going!"But the panic overwhelmed her. The heart monitor flatlined. Misa whispered, "He's gone."Rosalyn stumbled out in a daze. She climbed to the rooftop. The cold wind slapped her blood-streaked face. She stood on the edge, tears streaming: "I'm a killer... stupid... I don't deserve to live." She jumped. Darkness swallowed her whole.Then... light. She woke on soft ground shrouded in blue mist. And right in front of her—the same man. The one who had died. "You... you're dead? I operated on you!" He gave a calm, chilling smile. "When we die in your world, our lives renew here in Alorian. Welcome to Alorian, realm of the immortals."Rosalyn stared in disbelief. "Impossible... what is this place?"The man replied, "Here, my name is Dami'. In your world, I was Imad. Take care of yourself. And if you ever encounter the Griffins or the Crevors... run." Then he vanished.Rosalyn looked around. Towering palaces rose into a sky filled with never-fading stars. How would she survive here... and why did she already feel that this world would be far crueler than the one she had left behind?

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