Life Script Is Loading

I stared at the bloody words in the mirror and counted down, and for the 37th time I heard the sound of iron chains coming from outside the door. This night shift worker at a funeral home who was supposed to die suddenly saw the death script above everyone's head - the convenience store girl will have her throat cut at 23:14, the drunk driver will crash into the oil tanker at 00:07, and my script is always fixed at 3 o'clock in the morning and my heart mysteriously disappears. Until the unknown female corpse suddenly grabbed my hand and wrote on the autopsy table: Don't believe in the world after 3 o'clock. Now, I hold the pen that can rewrite the fate of others, but I can't find the page of my own script. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.