In order to stay with my mistress, my husband strangled me to death and dumped my body in a gutter where no sunlight could be seen. A college classmate "resurrected" me using memory transplantation technology and gave me a new appearance and identity. In order to take revenge, I lurked next to my husband, only to find that he was also investigating the cause of my death. What is the truth of all this? Perhaps all the answers have long been hidden in the photo of the three of us in college - "To the most beautiful youth and the most beloved you."
