Chapter 2

Hearing Becca's voice again was the moment I realized I had been reborn.

A sharp, phantom pain flared in my chest. The agonizing sensation of suffocating to death still lingered in my throat.

"Please, Chloe? Just for a little bit?"

Becca took a step closer, holding the dirty dog out like a shield.

I instinctively stepped back.

Our other roommate, Harper, was a total people-pleaser. She shuffled her feet, looking uncomfortable.

"But, Becca... aren't pets against the dorm policy?"

Maya, who usually kept to herself, just glanced up from her phone and shrugged, saying nothing.

Becca's tears spilled over instantly.

"Rules are just words, Harper! This is a living soul! If we throw him out, he'll die!"

The same words. The exact same scene.

In my past life, this was the moment I had stood up and protested fiercely.

I had told them I had severe asthma and was deadly allergic to dog dander.

And Becca had cried, saying, "Your allergy is just temporary discomfort, but his life is forever!"

I had argued that keeping pets was a violation of housing rules, and we would all get written up.

She had pointed a finger at me, sobbing, "How can you be so cold and selfish? Is your perfect record more important than a living animal?"

When I tried to take the dog to a shelter, she sat at our dorm entrance, cradling the dog and crying to every passing student that I was an animal abuser.

Eventually, she hoarded thirty strays in our room.

And I died of asphyxiation.

After my death, she started livestreaming, branding herself as a savior of stray animals. She gained millions of followers and rode her fake charity straight to fame and wealth.

"Chloe?"

Becca's eyes held a subtle, mocking challenge.

I stared at the dog in her arms. My throat tightened instinctively, but I forced a sweet, warm smile onto my face.

"Sure. Keep him."

The room went dead silent.

Becca froze. Harper and Maya stared at me like I had lost my mind.

"Are you sure?" Becca stammered.

I smiled wider. "Of course. Which is why I'm moving out of this room right now. You can do all the charity work you want in here!"

Becca blinked, completely speechless.

The other two roommates couldn't believe their ears.

"Chloe... are you sure you don't want to think about it?" Harper asked.

Before she could finish, I cut her off.

"Nope. Decision made."

In my past life, these two "good girls" had used me as a shield, letting me speak up so they wouldn't have to deal with the dog.

But after I died, they immediately turned on me. They went on Becca's livestream, profiting off my death and chasing clout.

I turned on my heel and walked straight to the Housing Administration office.

The Resident Director, Mrs. Davies, was sorting through the freshman rosters. She looked up, surprised by my sudden appearance.

I placed a neat stack of documents on her desk.

It was my certified hospital reports for severe asthma and animal dander allergies, along with a completed dorm transfer request form.

"Mrs. Davies, I have severe bronchial asthma and a life-threatening allergy to animal dander," I said clearly.

"My roommate, Becca Sinclair, just brought a stray dog into our room. I respect her desire to save animals, but for my own survival, I need to request an emergency room transfer."

The office went silent.

Jake, the student assistant sitting nearby, let out a soft gasp.

"Bringing a dog into the residence hall is a serious violation," Mrs. Davies said, her eyebrows knitting together. "But surely you girls can talk this out first?"

Just then, Becca appeared at the door, holding the dog and looking miserable.

"Mrs. Davies, I just wanted to give a helpless animal a home."

The pity on Jake's face immediately turned to confusion.

Mrs. Davies looked at the shivering, filthy dog in Becca's arms.

"Becca, why didn't you take it to the humane society? Why bring it here? You know the campus housing policies."