I am not sure how much time has passed, but I find myself back in the same flat school building in my dream. Once again, I was told to accompany Shiv, who was in room 97. I entered his room, and to my surprise, the mysterious girl was still there.


    I was uneasy, but I couldn''t help but be fascinated by her. I was wondering what she wanted from me and why she was still here in this flat school building, where all the girls had left already.


    But then I heard a noise behind me, and suddenly the girl with two knives was behind me again, a knife in each hand. She stabbed me in my heart.


    But this time, in my dream, I could feel the pain. It was strangely real. I was dying in real life, but I was still in my dream.


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    But this time, instead of sitting alone and studying, she was pacing back and forth in the room, as if she was waiting for someone. As soon as I entered, she looked up at me with her familiar eyes once again, but this time her eyes did not turn solid white. She just stared at me, as if expecting me to do something.


    As the knives pierced through my chest, I was surprised by how real the dream felt. It was so real that I could even feel the piercing pain of the knives, and the burning sensation in my chest. It was a strange contradiction - how could I be dying in my dream, yet somehow also dying in real life?


    But suddenly, I was no longer dead. I felt a strange force, as if I was being pulled forward by an invisible hand.


    What was happening to me? Was I still dying in reality, or was it just in my dream?


    And just like that, I woke up from my second death.


    I was surprised to find myself lying in my bed, covered in sweat. It had been just a dream after all, or had it? I was not too sure now.


    I decided to look up the girl with the double pony tails online. Perhaps she was a real person, and maybe that''s why her appearance, so vivid and so real, had made its way into my dream.


    The girl with the double pony tails still remained in my mind. She was a mystery that I needed to solve.