Through some unexplained means I have returned to the land of the living, and find myself strolling through the hospital. The doctors and nurses seem to pay me no mind, taking me as just a visitor, there to visit a sick relative or friend. After a few or so minutes of pointless rambling, I find a mysterious test tube on the ground. Curiousity overtakes me, and I can't help but pick it up.
Upon closer inspection I find that the test tube seems to contain some strange sort of gaseous liquid. I open the test tube ever so slightly and take a quick whiff. "Smells like….virginity?" Somehow, someone had managed to take a conceptual idea of virginity and focus it into a material substance! This was an amazing discovery! If I could somehow figure out how to reverse engineer it, I could learn how to make other ideas into aquirable substances! I could make peace a sprayable liquid, or sell happiness in the form of small tablets!
Overwhelmed with the amazing promises my discovery could hold to the world, I rush out of the hospital. Unfortunately, safety is the last thing on my mind at the moment as I make my mad dash towards the doors, test tube clutched tightly in my hand. I end up bumping into a rather large and menacing man, shattering the test tube in his face.
The glass leaves several cuts across the man's face, and they quickly begin bleeding profusely. The essence of virginity runs down his face as well, and although there are no apparent physical changes to the man, he does seem to be more "virgin-ish". However, I am not offered much time to ponder the effects of the test tube's serum, as soon I find myself lifted up in the air, a large, meaty hand clenched tightly around my throat.
As I am strangled to death by the man, I stare into his eyes, seeing the rage within them. I try desperately to release myself from his grip, but by this point it's too late. Still, I do not cease my struggle, and reach into my pocket, withdrawing a yo-yo. I attempt to strike him with it, but my strength fails me and it slips from my hand, falling to the floor. I soon die afterwards, and the police are promtply called to apprehend my murderer.