My sister likes sharing an apartment with men.
She says living with men makes her feel safe, and that smelling their pheromones at night helps her sleep peacefully.
I urged her to move out and find female roommates instead, because just a few days earlier, a girl in a nearby city had been assaulted and murdered by a male roommate.
My sister was terrified when she heard that. She immediately agreed to do as I asked, but before leaving, she turned to her male roommates with a pained expression and said,
“Guys, it’s not that I want to move out. My sister says one of you might be a psychopathic killer.” With that, she pointed at me, waiting by the door.
Her words instantly chilled the faces of the seven or eight men. The one standing at the back, who had long coveted my sister’s beauty, glared at me with bloodshot eyes.
A month later, as I was walking home from work, a tall man suddenly appeared, clamped a hand over my mouth, and dragged me into an alley. He brutally assaulted and murdered me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister announced she was moving in with men.
This time, I decided to respect her choice and stop interfering in her fate.
