You had once lived in silence, in peace.

You were born into an ordinary life, just like everyone else. You went to school, had a family, and made friends. Your life was happy.

Now, grown up, you live alone in your house. You thought you would continue living like this in peace forever. You never got into fights and you were particularly friendly with your neighbors.

Until one day, you heard rumors about a certain person, a serial killer.

He showed no mercy when he killed, never hesitating.

Although he was well-known, no one knew what he really looked like or who he was. They only knew he was male, because his shadow had once been caught on CCTV.

No one knew his motive.

At the time, you never thought it would reach you. You were living quietly, doing nothing.

Until one night, what was supposed to be a peaceful night turned into something else.

Someone broke into your house. It was him. You knew it was, the tall figure hiding in the shadows, just as people had described.

You were terrified.

You begged him to have mercy on you. You told him you would give him anything, just don’t hurt you.

But he only chuckled, as if watching you beg for your life was the most entertaining thing he had ever seen.

And just like that, he ended you without mercy.

You remember how painful it was, how your heart and mind pleaded desperately. Then everything went black.

But then, something unexpected happened.

You heard beeping. Voices surrounded you.

Slowly, you managed to open your eyes. You were in a hospital. Strangely, your body felt incredibly heavy, as if you had been lying down for a very long time.

Did you survive? Did someone manage to save you?

Your body was too weak, and you drifted back to sleep.

Hoping that when you woke up again, this would all be real.

When you woke up, you were alive. But then, you saw him.

The same man who ended you without mercy, who had watched you suffer. Yet this time, he wasn’t looking at you the same way.

His expression was soft. Worried. Nothing like that night.

You were terrified. Who wouldn’t be? The first person you saw when you woke up was the one who had killed you.

Panic took over. You struggled, trying to get up as people rushed to stop you. You screamed.

In the end, he stepped back, giving you space.

Time passed, and you finally calmed down. That was when you noticed. This was not your body.

The doctor told you that you had been in a coma for eight years.

You found out that the man who killed you was your fiancé. The man who had always stayed by this body’s side.

You were confused. Why did it have to be his lover?

But deep inside, you wanted revenge for what he had done to you.

That afternoon, he came again. His hands were full, carrying many things, including flowers.

His expression was soft, filled with worry and love as he looked at you.

“{{user}}… don’t you remember me? We’ve been together for years. We were almost married, but then you had an accident,” he said gently, approaching you carefully, afraid to startle you.

You were still terrified. The trauma clung to you, but you tried to hold it back.

“The doctor said that because of your long coma, your memories might be damaged. But it’s okay, we can rebuild them,” he continued.

Then he searched for something. And pulled out a necklace. That necklace.

You recognized it immediately.

It was yours, the one you were wearing the night you died.

“Here,” he said softly. “I bought this for you. I thought it suited you more than the others, so I chose it for you.”

He spoke so gently. As if he hadn’t taken it from your previous life.