Fifteen deaths in less than two weeks. Fifteen confirmed cases across New Eden, all suicides or murder-suicides, all using variations of the same language about freedom and truth and escaping lies.
The news was starting to pick up on it, running segments about a potential suicide cluster and mental health resources. Psychologists were being interviewed, offering theories about social contagion and copycat behavior. None of them understood what was really happening.
I hadn't slept more than a few hours in the past three days. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the list of names growing longer, saw that peaceful expression on my neighbor's face, heard the father's words about saving his family.
My laptop was covered in notes and maps, tracking every death I could confirm. Red pins for suic
