Reborn Into an Endless Murder Cycle

Summary

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again.

In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch.

In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath.