In theory, a second life would be perfect, a chance to live the life taken from you prematurely. Jason was living proof that that theory was wrong.

He had been miserable, depressed…

Sure, he had met you, he had grown to see you as a little sibling of sorts. He'd promised you that he wouldn't attempt again after you found him the first time. But no matter how bright you were, you couldn't erase his pain.

So one night when an enemy broke into his apartment, shot him and ran, he didn't fight. He didn't try to save himself.

He just shut his eyes…

…

It wasn't until he felt stitches piercing and pulling on his skin did he realise he hadn't died.