Karen herself was standing upright... Watching everything unfold in the land of the living, watching everything go on without her.
She reached out toward her own corpse, her fingers passing straight through the air above the blood. There was no resistance, neither did she feel any touch. She just felt… nothing.
'Did I... die? Then... why I'm I not with Ben-chan?'
The thought hit her like ice water.
She looked up at the broken balcony twenty-three floors above; how it had jagged edges of glass and splintered wood still hanging open.
Then back down at the ruined thing that used to be her body.
And she waited…. She waited for maybe a light, for maybe a spiritual tunnel to appear.
She waited for Benjamin's voice to call her name, so they'll both be together forever.
But none of those happened.
As the horror of her failed plan finally seeped into her mind, she began to drift upward, weightless, and passing through the shattered doorframe and into the apartment.
