I Saw My Death Coming, So I Escaped Their Perfect Trap

I was carrying a maintenance report for the seabed pipeline, on my way to have my fiancé double-check it.

My hand had just closed around the door handle when a few lines of grayish-white text floated up in front of my eyes.

【Don't go in.】

【Tonight at ten forty, two men will die in the sealed chamber.】

【The report they use to go down bears your name.】

【Three days from now, the dead man's son will rush over and stab you to death.】

I stood in the corridor, the back of my shirt soaked through in an instant.

The radio crackled at the same moment.