The Neighbor in the Basement Caught My Attention

My dad gave the basement for free to a lady with a mentally disabled son.

Feeling sorry for them, I often brought them food.

Unexpectedly, one day, the lady said to me, "Girl, you're so kind. Why don't you give yourself to my son too?"

I thought she was joking, but she really had her husband, who had just been released from prison, kill my parents.

Since then, they had taken over my home, and I had been permanently imprisoned.

On the day I was beaten to death, I found myself reborn on the day I first met them.

This lifetime, I would kill them.