That’s why the first thing I did upon my rebirth was to get myself locked up.
And the second thing was…
At that thought, I pulled out my phone and dialed a mysterious number.
Beyond the tightly packed crowd, a shrill ringtone pierced the air.
A man hung up his phone, pushed through the crowd, and walked toward us.
“I can prove that Melody is not a bad person. I have evidence!”
The mall manager and restaurant owner were not impressed. “Who are you? What right do you have to prove anything?”
But the victim’s mother pushed past them and rushed forward, her eyes red as she threw her arms around
the man.
“Ethan! My son! You’re not dead!”
The scene erupted in an uproar.
And I… I curved my lips into a triumphant smile.
Everyone was stunned, staring wide–eyed at the man who had suddenly appeared.
“What? He’s the deceased, Ethan Cole? What is going on?”
“If he’s not dead, why hasn’t he shown up for the past two days? His family was going crazy!”
“What kind of game is this? I don’t get it.”
As the livestream chat buzzed with confusion, I smiled with interest and turned to look at Mark and Stella.
Their foreheads were slick with sweat, beads of it rolling down their chins.
Mark stared at Ethan in disbelief. “You… are you a ghost? Why did you suddenly appear in front of us?”
He was clearly terrified, his voice trembling. In broad daylight, he was actually questioning if the man was
real.
