"This is a game without a bad ending. The higher-ups have bestowed mercy upon you as I'm sure you must be sad about your husband's death. However, you can keep continuing the challenge. Now, how beautiful is that? As long as you can endure a little pain, you can start your lives over."

I threw my gaze to my lower right. I could see my husband during high school. He was running towards a soccer ball. Even as my heart was torn asunder, I felt okay when I looked at him. A game without a bad ending. A game I can challenge continuously as long as I can keep enduring the pain.

"Will he and I really be happy if we win the game?"

"Happiness comes in many forms, so I cannot tell you that for sure, but he will not lie in bed for ten years and meet his demise."

"Good, I will do it. What is the condition for this victory?"

The man smiled and shook his head.

"That, I cannot tell ...