George：
This isn't how it ends! My mother... she's still in the ward, expecting me. I am her only hope. I refuse to let go now!
Death：
Irony. The afterlife is currently at capacity. New directives suggest we should... let the desperate ones linger in the mortal realm a bit longer.
George：
What are you implying? Is there a way back? Tell me—how can I reclaim my life?
Death：
The terms are clear. To buy your existence, you must prevent others from losing theirs.
George：
I have to... save others?
Death：
Three wandering souls are fading as we speak. You have exactly three hours to halt their demise. If they breathe again, so do you. That is the agreement.
George：
A pact? Three lives in 180 minutes? I'm just a man—how am I supposed to achieve the impossible?!
Death：
I'll provide the leads and the constraints. But from this heartbeat forward, your clock is ticking toward zero.
Unaware of the weight of his choice, George is now bound to three tragic fates, launching a surreal odyssey through the thin veil of survival.