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Spane's story

_Warne and Span

Warne approached Span and asked her,

Warne:

How did you kill yourself, Mrs. Span?

Span said:

I left the house after a big fight with my husband. I got in the car and drove fast. I was very angry. I thought my husband was unfaithful, but he wasn't. I loved him very much and was always jealous of him. He loved me and was jealous of me too. But my car collided with another car and I died. Bring me my husband, Lord of Spirits, Warne. I love him very much.

Warne said,

Warne:

I will send you to kill him first so he can come back into our lives.

_Span's Story

Span was sitting in the living room when the door opened and her husband entered. Span looked tense and angry. She stood up when her husband entered the apartment and said,

Span:

Show me the phone. The husband took the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Span. Span took it and scrolled across the screen with her finger. As the husband stood watching Span's tension and anger calmly, she turned to him, looked at him, held the phone up to her eyes, and said, "You were talking to this woman, and it seems you were having s*x with her." The husband looked flustered and said, "None of that happened. I didn't have s*x with her." Span became angry and went to her room. She opened the door forcefully, went inside, grabbed his briefcase and car keys from the closet, and headed for the door. She left the room, and the husband tried to stop her in the living room. He grabbed her hand and said, "Span, you have to stop. I didn't have s*x with her. It was just an offer from her, and I refused." But Span didn't hear him. Tears streamed down her face. She forcefully pulled her hand away from his and went to the apartment door. She opened it and went out. She ran to the car, reached it, opened the door angrily, got in, and sat behind the wheel. She closed the door. She put the key in the ignition and turned the engine. As it started, tears began to stream from her eyes. First, they trickled, then they flowed until they cascaded down her cheeks like water gushing from a hole when it's opened. She looked ahead for a moment, then the car sped off. It didn't travel far, just minutes of speed that increased every second as Sipan's foot became heavy on the accelerator without her even realizing it.

Then, she was shocked to find another car had crashed into her. The car overturned and rolled down the road until it came to rest upright in the middle. Sipan sat behind the wheel, her head resting on the steering wheel, blood streaming from her face. Sipan was dead.

Span's character is a vivid embodiment of the intense emotional conflict between love, jealousy, and impulsiveness. A woman in her mid-twenties, she harbors a heart ablaze with jealousy, unstable and perpetually teetering on the edge of love.

Span is a woman who loves passionately by nature. Her love for her husband is neither calm nor rational, but rather possessive, saturated with jealousy and the fear of loss. She doesn't suspect him because he is actually unfaithful, but because she loves him more than she can bear. Her jealousy transforms into suspicion, her suspicion into anger, and her anger into an explosion.

This type of love reveals a highly sensitive personality, one that perceives the smallest details as threats to her relationship and lives in a constant state of anticipation and tension, defending this love with all her might.

In moments of confrontation, Span reveals herself as someone who doesn't allow herself time to understand or comprehend; her reaction is swift, sharp, and emotionally violent.

When she called her husband, it wasn't so much a search for the truth as it was an attempt to prove her inner fear. When she confronted him, she didn't wait for an explanation; she decided to judge immediately, as if she were searching for a reason to unleash her inner turmoil.

Her impulsiveness is her most prominent trait; she is restless, unyielding, and unable to balance reason and emotion. Leaving home wasn't merely an escape; it was a purely emotional act, an expression of an inner wound she couldn't contain. Her reckless driving reflects her psychological state: a loss of control, a mixture of pain and anger, and an unconscious desire to escape or even perish.

Despite all this rage, the deepest aspect of her personality emerges after death, when she asks Warren to bring her husband because she loves him so much. Here, the truth is revealed: Span wasn't unfaithful or cruel, but rather a victim of excessive love, a love she couldn't control, a love that destroyed her instead of saving her.

As for the physical description of Span in her first body before her death:

Span was in her mid-twenties, at the peak of her physical maturity. Her body appeared well-proportioned, reflecting a clear femininity and a strong presence. Her movements were quick, and her body was energetic and vibrant, yet simultaneously tense and taut, as if every muscle in her body was responding to her inner emotions.

Her face was filled with tension and anger, on the verge of collapse. Her features, naturally delicate, were easily distorted under the pressure of emotions—a face that possessed a more emotional than a static beauty.

Her eyes appeared very expressive, yet sharp with anger. When she spoke, her whole body spoke. Her movements were light and graceful, but unsteady, like a body moving by the impulse of an inner explosion rather than by control.

Her black hair moved with her speed and emotion, clinging to her tear-stained face, and later, while driving, and again, covered in blood after the accident.

In short, Span's body was... A naturally balanced female body, but one that is quick to ignite, clearly reflects all her emotions, ending as a tragic image of an internal explosion that could not bear life, expressing her personality.