Nurse Shirley was always known for her thrill-seeking nature. The adrenaline rush was her life, her addiction. From skydiving to bungee jumping, she had done it all. But now, she craved something new, something more dangerous.

That's when she stumbled upon the secret risk club. An underground society where thrill-seekers gambled with their lives for the ultimate rush. It was perfect for Shirley. She joined without a second thought.

Today was her initiation. The task was simple, choose a door, lie on the operating table behind it, and go under anaesthesia. The thrill lied in the mystery of what surgery she would wake up from.

The club had three doors, all identical and white. Behind one door was a simple wisdom tooth extraction, behind another an abortion, and the third led to organ harvest.

The catch was, the organ harvest meant certain death. The odds were against her, but that's what made it thrilling. One in three chance she wouldn't wake up, a risk she was willing to take.

She stood in front of the doors, her heart pounding in her chest. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pointed at the door in the middle. It was time.

As she entered the chosen door, the room was eerily quiet. A single operating table stood in the middle, lit by a harsh, surgical light. She took another breath, her last as a conscious being.

She lay down on the table, her heart racing. She looked up at the ceiling, her mind racing with possibilities. The anaesthetist approached, mask on, eyes cold and impassive.

The anaesthetist held the mask over her face, his eyes never leaving hers. As she breathed in, she felt her body start to relax, her thoughts becoming fuzzy.

The world around her began to blur, the sounds fading. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she let them close. The last thing she remembered was the cold touch of the operating table beneath her.

Hours passed, or was it minutes? Time was a concept lost on her. All she knew was darkness, a void where her thoughts floated aimlessly.

Suddenly, a sensation, a pull. She felt her consciousness being tugged, her soul being pulled away from her body. It was a feeling unlike any other, terrifying yet strangely calming.

She floated above her body, looking down at herself lying still on the operating table. She saw the doctors, their faces masked, their movements precise and methodical.

She watched as they operated on her, her body lifeless. She felt detached, like a spectator watching a surreal play. But there was no fear, only an eerie sense of peace.

As her spirit watched, she felt a pull, stronger this time. She was being drawn towards a light, a warm inviting glow. She didn't resist, she let herself be pulled.

As she neared the light, she felt a wave of warmth and love. Her earthly worries seemed insignificant. She knew she was leaving, yet she didn't want to go back.

She stepped into the light, her spirit engulfed in warmth. She turned around for one last look at her body. It laid still, devoid of life. She had chosen the deadly door.