I'm Wendy, who is 30 years old. Many people have many disadvantages, but my life is full of hazards. I always help people for some reason. Today I'm being fired for the fifth time for someone else's fault. At first, it was tough, but now it's been a monthly routine for me. Once I go home, I have a fabulous bubble bath and watch new episodes of the Korean drama tunnel while drinking an excellent beer. Wow, that peaceful life ended when a burglary happened in my home, and I got killed because I had nothing valuable with me.
Stabbing wound pain was all I could remember, and my mind went blank. The next thing I know, there is no wound in my chest. Speaking of the chest, why do I suddenly feel so light? I can't move my body much, and I'm in a strange bed. It's almost like baby cradles. I became a baby, or is it just a dream.