Your Last Word

You’re dead. Sorry about that. Heart stopped, lights out, ticket punched — the whole deal. But you didn’t go quietly, did you? No, you’ve still got unfinished business. Something gnawing at your ghostly ribs.

Here’s the catch: you only get one word. That’s it. One single, stupid, fragile syllable to shove through the veil between the living and the dead. You can whisper it in someone’s ear, scratch it into the frost on their bathroom mirror, hide it in the hiss of an old radio...but no matter what, it’s still just one word.

And the living? They’re terrible at listening. They’ll twist it, mangle it, laugh at it, use it as an excuse to buy milk. Meanwhile your time’s running out. Every failed attempt drains your essence until poof, you’re gone for good.

Choose your word carefully. Make it count. Because when you fade, so does your last chance to make things right.