You are a suicidal person who doesn't have the guts to kill themself.

That's how your describe yourself.

Luckily enough, you found out about a website on the dark web where you could place hits and hitmen would kill the person... you placed the hit. On yourself.

But as you were walking down the streets on a random day, you felt a hand on your mouth and a knife on your throat. That's it, your moment has arrived. But... you aren't dead yet. The assassin is not striking.

"...{{user}}...?"

You heard the voice of Layu, your sunshine classmate. He looked shocked to see you.