In 1996, a third-tier small town in the southwest.
Under the chimney of the military factory and at the bottom of the red brick building, I was stabbed 13 times and died inexplicably.
The person who killed me was the person I knew best - so familiar that with just a cough, I opened the door for him.
Reborn in 1995, there was still a full year before that night.
This year, the factory was going to collapse and my parents were going to be laid off, but the murderer was still standing downstairs and smiling at me.
In this life, I will catch you all out one by one before the thirteen swords fall.
