[ WP ] You live in a world where the day of your death is on your body . You are also extremely bored at the moment , and have begun to test whether or not you have control over your death time .

I looked down at my wrist, barely even noticing the number written on it. `` 5/5/2039'' This was my death day. Just like everyone else, it's tattooed on my skin forever. This time I look at it though, a thought pops into my mind. `` Does your death day change?'' I mean, it seems to be locked in stone, but what if we attempt to die beforehand? I brushed the thought away. I was just procrastinating. Yet, it still nagged me... The next day I was sitting on the bus, waiting to arrive at my work, when I remembered that thought. And I kept remembering as I got into the elevator. Without thinking, I pressed the button to go to the highest floor. `` Time for some fun'' but when I stepped out, fear clutched at my heart. `` What if a death day does change?'' I thought to myself, panicking furiously. `` No, I-I ca n't do this.'' I backed off and ran down to the elevator when suddenly I tripped. My body tumbled and tumbled, reaching the edge of the building and I was just about to fall off. I screamed loudly as I felt myself falling through the air, the wind rushing past my face. `` Well, I guess I did it anyway,'' I grinned to himself. But though my face was the epitome of confidence, I was terrified. I did n't know what was going to happen. I saw the ground and closed my eyes tightly, scared for what was going to happen. But I did n't feel an impact, I did n't feel anything. Out of curiosity more than anything, I opened my eyes. I saw himself in a futuristic type area, pristine and well-lit with almost blinding white lights. A girl, more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen, was seated on the chair opposite me. `` You have broken the system.'' She said, simply. And everything went black.
