Seventeen Soul-Inducing Lamps

The female corpse in a wedding dress on the autopsy table had the exact same face as me. The moment the tip of the knife cut open the charm on her heart, I became her - in the bridal chamber, being handed a glass of poisonous wine by the newlyweds. I splashed it all over his face with my backhand, but I heard another voice inside me chuckle: "Welcome to my funeral, the other me."