My best friend was on a variety show when she accidentally beat the producer’s son to death. I witnessed it, but I wasn’t scared. I calmly helped her call an ambulance. In my previous life, my best friend and I were on a variety show together. When we finished a task and returned to the farmhouse, we found the producer’s son lying in a pool of blood. I called emergency services right away, but they still couldn’t save him. In the end, my best friend framed me as the murderer. I called over my boyfriend, who had been doing the task with me, to testify in my defense, but he said that wasn’t what happened at all and insisted I was giving false testimony. My mother, who was also my manager, produced a video proving that I was the killer. I couldn’t defend myself, and I died with my eyes open. After getting another chance at life, I returned to the day the producer’s son was killed.
