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I suddenly received a text message during our date: "The mistress will die tonight."
I didn't think much of it, since I wasn't a mistress anyway.
But later that night, while getting intimate with my boyfriend, there was a sudden knock at the door.
"Honey, I'm home."

I Will Die Tonight

After the upheaval, I lived a nomadic life.


I had no official registration, no identity. My only skill was dismembering bodies.


In the early days, when ID checks weren't so strict, I could find odd jobs here and there.


Later, as scrutiny intensified, I turned to theft to survive.


That day, I was desperately hungry. Through a window, I spotted dinner rolls in someone's kitchen.


I decided to steal a couple of dinner rolls to eat.


I climbed through the window from the shared balcony into that household.


But just as I grabbed the dinner rolls, I heard the door.


In that instant, I thought, I'm done for.


The sole survivor of the Case 418, about to be arrested for stealing dinner rolls.


But the person who entered didn't shout "Thief!"


Instead, she exclaimed joyfully, "Melody's back! How are they? Are Grandma's homemade dinner rolls tasty?"


The owner of this house was a very elderly lady.


Cataracts, couldn't see things clearly.


Chapter 10