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Elmer Cowper III rolls over in his Yale dorm bed at 2:50 a.m., and finally drops off to sleep, paper submitted to the professor. At 3:44 his breathing completes the switchover to requiring manual activation. He doesn't wake up. His roommate notices the smell of a slackened body letting everything in it go, when he gets up to pee at 6:15, but his initial diagnosis is bad alcohol-related decisions, which he really doesn't want to deal with. He won't realize it's a corpse till he gets back from his jog-breakfast-calc-world religions-library-lunch morning.

The rumor that if your roommate dies you get out of finals proves false.


Li Zouqing develops pyromania. She and sixteen other people who live in her factory worker housing die of smoke inhalation. The factory is cursorily investigated for its fire safety deficiencies but a bribe is cheaper than a retrofit and, unbeknownst to the relevant decisionmakers, the retrofit would not have helped in this case anyway.


Shekhar Hora drinks water. He keeps drinking water. At no point does it seem particularly odd to him or anyone else how much water he's drinking. It's a good idea to drink water when you're thirsty and it's a hot day. He drinks more water, even after the sun goes down and it cools off a bit. He keeps getting up at night to piss it all out and drink more water. On the second day his brother remarks that their water bill is going to be pretty high. Shekhar laughs. By the middle of the afternoon he's definitely under the weather. He goes and has a lie-down. He keeps drinking water, unable to lift his head for any other concern but that one. Before dinnertime arrives he has a seizure and dies.


Bei Reguo pulls onto the highway in her scooter and weaves through traffic, screaming inside her helmet, until someone hits her. Her family gets an insultingly small payout for wrongful death.


Carlos Rivera goes up to his neighbor's house and rings the doorbell and, without even saying hello, delivers a lurid confession about molesting the neighbor's three-year-old, in exacting detail about time and place and manner, until shock gives way to anger and his neighbor punches his face in. Carlos doesn't stop talking until he can't any more.

The three year old has no idea who Carlos is - was - and spent the entire period of time in question at Abuelita's, digging in the mud.


Sulastri is a field medic for dungeon victims. They don't have a lot of equipment - some days it's a stretch to have boiling water - but it's something. Today they have a Red Cross volunteer and his suitcaseful of supplies and she is very quiet, when she drinks the isopropyl alcohol.


Wang Hei hangs himself before the Gaokao, and it seems pretty normal, that someone would do that.


Raaida Jalali can't afford an ambulance. She'll bankrupt her whole family if she calls one. She can't afford the ER either, so she leaves all her documents at home to prevent them from billing her, and waits for the bus. The bus is late. After she collapses, tongue bitten and all over bruises from the falls and a few bones cracked in particularly serious spasms, it takes a while for anyone to be able to identify the body.


Lesedi Moloi provokes a brief panic about an Ebola outbreak, but they never find a trace of virus. It looks like it just happened all by itself.


Mislaine Noel makes it look like a boating accident. The people who own the boat are pretty mad about it.


Aritya Bose has just gotten away from her family and is starting her new job in the morning when she sleeps in. Her alarm clock gives up quickly enough that the neighbors don't barge in to silence it. The landlord finds her before she's technically dead, but she's been without water for days, and she gets to pass away in the hospital, never regaining consciousness.

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In an abandoned house in Iowa, sitting on a wet rotting plank of wood, Jesse Kravits begins systematically injecting his entire stash of heroin into every square inch of skin he can reach.  After a 20-hour nursing shift, in a fluorescent-lit bodega in New York City, at four in the morning, Daryl Brown screams and slams his forehead over and over again into a pane of bulletproof glass; he is shot by police.  In the middle of a week long solo trek through the Andes that she has been preparing for since she turned eighteen, while looking up at the clouds, Esperanza Morales quite simply stops moving.

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Martha Lake gets angrier and angrier and angrier while driving down the I-88 freeway. She swerves into an SUV going over 100 miles an hour, and both cars go tumbling.

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Olabode Egbeyemi has a really, really nice lunch break. It just gets better and better. It only stops getting better half an hour after he's writhing purposelessly on the floor, beaming, and someone's called emergency services.

Olabode has a really, really nice week. The tubes and prodding and fretting don't bother him at all, infinitely less important than the transcendent, perfect pleasure on which he floats.

The tubes do impede him from screaming during the comedown. He spends half the afternoon in the mute horror of withdrawal from something he cannot buy on the corner, cannot steal from the pharmacy, cannot cook up in a back-alley laboratory; he's if anything even less responsive to the doctors' questions and the nurses' checks, and if the word "esper" ever touches his ear it doesn't make much progress past that point.

Which means he figures it out on his own, that he just needs to scream through the brains of every human soul within three blocks of the Lagos State University Teaching Hospital till they'll all have interesting new nightmares, guesses on his own how to scream loud enough to bring it back faster faster faster more and better and lovelier, until the scream cuts out on the instant and Olabode tips over back into bed with a smile on his face.

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Officer Derek Jensen calmly unlocks his gun safe, loads his pistol with practiced motions, and efficiently empties the magazine into his sleeping daughter.  He retrieves a great deal of additional ammunition and proceeds in this fashion.  He does not appear to register the words his next door neighbor is screaming through tears as she wrestles the gun from his hand.

Petra Ignatyeva doesn't know why her hand is doing that.  Her other hand is holding a knife.  The next time anyone else is in the room, she's out of blood.

It seems like it's Jason Corlett's turn to spend the night in the hospital bed.  The small town doctor responsible for him has been tired for a long time, and wonders, if he can't figure out how to make this little creep stop vomiting, whether that would really be the worst thing in the fucking world.

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Samson Stiller vanished without a trace.

His parents last talked to the 17 yo via phone at around 19:30. Samson's demeanor during the short conversation was not considered remarkable.

A neighbors' security camera shows someone leaving the Stiller residence through the backdoor, at around 20:45. The person was covered in a large black trash bag and appeared to be crouching, probably to avoid being filmed. That person is believed to be Samson, who was aware of that camera. That is the last known possible sight of Samson.

The Stillers' parents and younger sister arrived around midnight. They soon found many electronics thrashed around the house, and that Samson was absent. The father called 999 around 00:10.

Police investigation showed no signs of forced breaking and entering. No blood, no signs of violence beyond the destroyed items. No possessions unaccounted for. Samson's phone and computer had been thoroughly smashed to pieces, apparently by being thrown from the top of the stairs.

Multiple search parties found no trace of Samson, but the weather conditions were noted to be unfavorable.


Lucy Cooper was certain that her mother was replaced by a dungeon monster.

The thing wore her mother's skin, while plotting her next attack. It was a clever disguise, and only Lucy saw through it.

In her mind, she needed to take down the impostor at any cost, even if that cost was her own life.

Her mother didn't fight back. But her father did. Lucy was hospitalized and succumbed to her injuries after a two days. Her mother died a few days later.

An investigation revealed a letter that explained her motivations and delusion. But also revealed the two women had a long history of animosity. Just a couple of years earlier, the mother found journal entries with violent fantasies featuring death, of various people. The mother was heavily featured. The deaths were always from accidents, natural disaster, dungeon kidnapping or misfortune.

The father claimed their relationship was greatly improved when his wife was kidnapped by a dungeon. The shock led them to make amendments.

He didn't challenge the police's assertion that it was likely just a mental breakdown, caused by an early onset psychiatric problem. He just wanted to figure out what to do with the broken pieces of his life.


Lisa Carmel woke up in the middle of the night during a sleep-over party and stabbed a classmate.

Evelyn Kaleka was a light-sleeper that used earplugs to bed. She saw Lisa getting up. But she didn't see or hear what happened next, as she turned away. Evelyn claims it was possible that Lisa went straight to where Debbie Truss was sleeping, but it was also possible Lisa left the room. It remains unclear if the knife was procured from the Kaleka's kitchen before or after the girls went to sleep.

The ensuing fight was very short and chaotic. Debbie was stabbed repeatedly. The other girls tried to separate them, and during the struggle, Lisa hit her neck on a bedpost. Evelyn's parents came to the room to investigate the commotion. Emergency services were called. Lisa suffered a broken neck and was pronounced dead on the scene. Debbie required intensive surgery and was in a medically induced coma for several days. She had no recollection of the attack, or the entire evening it took place, remembering being dropped off by her parents and then waking up at the hospital. The other girls suffered only minor injuries.

Debbie and Lisa were not close friends, but also had no known history of animosity towards each other. Being described as "just being in the same social circle".

People who knew Lisa, claim she was very calm and diplomatic, with dreams of being a civil rights lawyer. She didn't have any recorded history of violence.

Other classmates - not involved in the events - believe the attack was caused by Debbie spreading rumors about Lisa. Debbie adamantly denies this, she still requires a cane to walk.

The Carmel family refused all offers to make a public statement, except to claim they wanted to grieve privately. They eventually moved out of the country.

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Mateo Komar went to the local train station at about 2 AM, carrying a large suitcase. Upon arrival, he climbed down onto the tracks and began jogging down them, dragging the suitcase behind him. He was struck by a train and killed at around 5:30 AM.

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Soliana Makonnen goes to bed on Friday determined to sleep in the next morning. Her college roommate is away for the long weekend, her big midterm project just got turned in, her friends are still buried in their own midterms, and no one needs a thing from her until Tuesday. She can sleep her Saturday away and then do something fun with her Sunday.

Instead, she wakes up at 5 AM. From a headache, of all things. It takes her a while, hazy with sleep and pain, to remember that pain meds exist. She takes a couple Tylenol and waits for the pain to fade. 

It doesn't.

She seems to remember that you can stack Tylenol and Advil safely, but she doesn't have any Advil on hand. The mere idea of getting up and going to buy some makes her cry. Online delivery does not ship to dorms. 

After a while, she figures it's been a while since that first dose and takes more Tylenol. She's too disoriented and in pain to write down the time, so she just keeps estimating it. At some point it occurs to her that she could text a friend to bring her Advil, but getting her phone seems too hard. At another point she considers that this might be worth calling 911, but that seems kind of ridiculous. And anyway, that also requires getting her phone. 

She throws up. Probably from the pain. She hasn't eaten anything all day, so it's mostly dry retching over the side of her bed.

Her phone occasionally buzzes with notifications. She wonders, with her eyes closed, whether it's Instagram likes or friends texting her memes or her mom checking in.

Her head hurts more, if anything. She probably has defective Tylenol or something. She gets less shy about taking more of it: if she's still in pain, it's not doing anything, right?

At 7 AM on Monday morning, she has a heart attack. Turns out, pain can kill you.

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Emma Harvey is last seen by the victims of a spider-themed dungeon. Emma was repeating "I have no choice" with tears in her eyes. They assume she was an Esper, since she was vaguely similar in build and coloration to a local esper (In fact, Emma was a fan and dyed her hair in the same color). Being wrapped in webs meant they couldn't do anything anyway.

She just walked past them, deeper into the dungeon and was never seen again.


Tova McHugh was so close to surviving her hellweek. Her family was well-connected and rich enough to get her a healing Esper that determined what was actually going on. Tova was being carefully monitored with around the clock care.

But it was not enough.


Timothy Hodge was would have been willing to make through his hellweek if it was something he could put past behind himself. But he knew... his mother was already downplaying the humiliation, the disgust everyone felt, and Tim knew without asking that she told everyone about how her son was an Esper. His father was no better, his look went from disgusted pity to hungry greed Tim barely recognize the man.

Neither would just let him not use his powers. Neither would stop talking about the topic, and maybe let Timothy switch schools. To Tim, it didn't matter that hellweek was the extreme end of backlash, even 0.1% of that was just too much.

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