It happens that life seems so hopeless and disappointing that you want to die irresistibly. After all, then everything will finally end. What if it doesn’t end? What if there, beyond the border, there is a very real Purgatory, where a strict lady in glasses will shake her head at you disapprovingly and tell you in a dry tone what kind of ayyyyy you are? If it turns out that there is no Heaven and Hell, but a soul burdened with sins cannot go for rebirth without being cleansed? Then the strict aunt will offer a choice: either experience all the sensations of your own death a couple of million times in a row, or... sign a contract. And not even blood. And what a small thing - just play an episodic character a few hundred times in the canvases of already written worlds in order to adjust their plot. The choice is obvious, isn’t it? Oh, if Alena knew how this would turn out for her...