At my funeral, my closest family members wept while the person I loved most smiled.
My former fiancé and my sweet adopted sister, who murdered my parents and plotted to take my life, wore mourning clothes and accepted everyone’s sympathy.
Then I suddenly “came back to life.” As the crowd stared in horror, I used the AI chip in my skull to expose the evidence of their conspiracy to the world.
They became fugitives, while I borrowed a “corpse” to return to life.
From then on, I became the police force’s secret “ghost forensic pathologist.” Rape and murder, dismemberment, serial poisonings… no unsolved case could escape the scans of the AI in my mind. The more bizarre cases I solved, the more power I gained, and the tighter the net I wove.
The public hailed me as a legend. Criminals feared me as a nightmare.
No one knew that every evil I exposed illuminated another step on the road to my prey.
When I signed the forensic report for the final piece of evidence, I was also sounding your death knell.
