Scheduled death

A gentle breeze blew, and the sun shone brightly. Jasmine lazily leaned against the railing of the rooftop terrace, overlooking the bustling city. Resting her chin in her hand, she muttered to herself, "How interesting." Today was a perfect day for jumping off a building to celebrate. In this world, it's difficult to find someone willing to kill. With both parents deceased and greedy relatives showing their ugly faces, extending their greedy hands, trying to push her into the abyss. It doesn't matter about relationships, only about morality. Rejecting help that seems kind but has hidden motives, and countering with gentle words that seem angry but hold opportunities. Cut off all ties and take the inheritance, severing ties with so-called relatives. It feels refreshing, but also troublesome. The world is fascinating, drifting through life aimlessly, the only joy being playing games. "Sigh. How interesting," Jasmine stood up straight, silently beginning to climb over the railing. "Creak," the sound of the door being pushed open echoed. Hearing the sound, Jasmine's foot slipped. Her body leaned outwards, eyes swiftly grabbing onto the railing, stabilizing herself, and letting out a sigh of relief. This near-jumping-off-the-building incident almost turned into a horrifying sight of someone falling. She frowned towards the newcomer. What she saw was a man in a suit, wearing leather shoes. The man stepped forward, his expression momentarily stunned. Immediately after, he regained his composure, elegantly adjusted his glasses, and walked towards her. "Tap," the sound of leather shoes walking was crisp and clear. At this point, the man stopped two meters away, maintaining a safe distance from strangers. "You disturbed me from jumping off after you," Jasmine shrugged. The man politely smiled, "I'm terribly sorry to disturb you, after you." Jasmine had an expression of "Oh, you're an interesting person!" towards him. "Aren't you going to stop me?" After all, stopping someone from jumping off is a basic thing to do. Even if the person is crazily trying to jump off. "It's your choice," the man glanced around, then added, "Moreover, jumping off from someone else's side must be a very determined choice. I'm just here to watch." Jasmine gave him a thumbs up, praising him as an interesting person. "Well then, if I jump, will you step back? I'm afraid you might be traumatized." "Of course, it's my pleasure to accommodate," the man said. It seemed like he was searching for the right way to communicate. To put it bluntly, he was adjusting to Jasmine's way of speaking. Jasmine grinned, "Be my guest." "Would you die for me?" "?" This person is really so interesting, interesting to the point of being incomprehensible. Jasmine carefully examined the man's eyes, feeling that his manner of speaking and his appearance were really contradictory. Not wanting to answer seriously: "Sure, since I want to die anyway, dying for you would be a bonus. Dying alone is just too boring." The man smiled faintly, the glasses reflecting the sunlight, "In a world where death reigns, isn't it more interesting not to behave as expected?" "Let me try, whether it's fascinating or not." Immediately after, Jasmine fully understood the man's reaction and turned around, leaping directly off. This was the conclusion she gave to the man who had witnessed it all. Observing the people in the building, hoping not to witness a tragic scene of someone being scared to death. --- [A scene from the game adopts a border rule, and werewolves kill civilians or...] A wave of indescribable sensation spread, accompanied by the mechanical voice reciting lines, making Jasmine abruptly open her eyes. [Anomaly detected, data import failed.] [Recovering data, please wait patiently.] [Data recovery in progress...] It really felt like encountering a storytelling station with voice reading at the entrance of a supermarket. After finishing the sarcasm, her mind wandered to an unknown place and suddenly made a sharp turn back. Jasmine just realized there was a problem, Wasn't she dead? She sat up suddenly, "What is this...?" At that moment, she was sitting on a patch of lush green grass, and she didn't realize it at all, as if she could smell the fragrance of grass and the damp earth, which seeped into her senses. Jasmine felt her thoughts calming down, even feeling like she was embracing poetry. Not being artsy for a second. Looking around, there were twelve people staring at her from various angles. Jasmine cast a gaze that seemed exploratory, doubtful, and curious at the twelve people. Their clothing was uniform, European-style noble attire—reddish-brown formal dresses. There was a round golden number plate conspicuously placed on the chest. Three of them wore reddish-brown court dresses, paired with hooded capes in various shades of red. The attire seemed quite mysterious. It... was very much like a scene from a European period drama. She lowered her head slightly, then suddenly looked up in astonishment. The clothes on her body seemed to have changed inexplicably. Was her number plate number 7? A slightly chubby young man wearing a number 1 on his chest looked puzzled and asked, "Is she an additional person?" "Why did my data malfunction just now, and even my number plate changed?" Number 6, a tall and thin young man, was scratching his head, looking down at the number plate on his chest. Number 5, a cute and lovely boy with shoulder-length hair, furrowed his brows in thought and answered, "I haven't seen such a situation before." After hearing this sentence, the people around turned their inquisitive gazes towards him. This sentence indicated that Number 5 had been played at least twice. Number 5 realized that he said the wrong thing, quickly covered his mouth, and blinked his eyes, shifting his gaze. Seemingly finding a target, he enthusiastically greeted Jasmine, "Are you a newcomer? Let me give you some information." Jasmine nodded and stood up, turning slightly to her left, revealing a ring on her wrist. Slightly surprised, she immediately lowered her head to conceal her thoughts, shaking off the dust on her body as if by habit. What on earth is going on? Just then, the mechanical voice began to recite lines again. Accompanying it was a semi-transparent screen in front of her. "Welcome to the Death Space." "Detecting a new player: 0000199." "Sending a newcomer's welcome package..." Jasmine's pupils dilated. If her guess was correct, was this the rumored alternate space? Called the Death Space? Looking through the screen. Number 5 maintained his smile, while Number 2 beside him looked disdainful. The rest of the people seemed normal, they should not have been able to hear this sound. Before she could digest it, the text on the screen suddenly disappeared, replaced by other content. The system's voice immediately followed. "Welcome 0000199 to the game 【Werewolf】