Reborn Into an Endless Murder Cycle

The killer had found me.

In an instant, my scalp prickled. My throat felt clogged, as if something had sealed it shut—I couldn't even scream.

For some reason, he didn't rush forward to stab me.

Instead, he stood there, staring at me through the mask.

I turned and ran—faster than I ever had in my life.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor flickered on one by one as I sprinted past. Behind me, hurried footsteps clung close, relentless as a shadow.

I ran, crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face. A thought struck me so hard it nearly shattered my sanity.

Why was it that the moment my husband disappeared, the killer appeared?

The injury… had it all been an act?

The one who wanted me dead… must be my husband!

Choking on sobs, I cursed him in my heart, calling him a monster—but my feet never slowed.

My heart pounded wildly under the strain of my desperate sprint.

Then I saw the elevator.

Hope flared in my eyes.

As long as I could get down to the first floor… to the security post—

Gritting my teeth, I darted into the elevator and slammed the button for the first floor.

Then, just before the doors closed, I slipped back out.

I ducked behind a fire hose cabinet in the emergency stairwell.

My husband was a doctor at this hospital. He knew the layout far better than I did.

I couldn't outrun him. I could only hide.

Holding my breath, I didn't dare move, peering from the corner at the figure chasing me.

He scanned the area. When he saw the elevator descending to the first floor, he slammed his fist against the wall in frustration.

Blood flung from the long knife in his hand, splattering so close it nearly reached the stairwell where I hid.

My eyes reddened instantly, my body trembling in terror.

At this hour, there should have been staff on duty at the nurses' station.

Now… I feared the worst.

He glanced out the window toward the ground floor, then jabbed the elevator button impatiently.

The next second, he turned—and walked straight toward where I was hiding.

I nearly slapped myself.

Under pressure, people really do make stupid mistakes.

If the elevator wouldn't come back up, of course, he'd take the stairs.

Just as I braced myself to grab the fire extinguisher and smash him with it—end it all in one blow—

The masked face suddenly pressed up against the glass window of the stairwell door, staring at me with chilling malice.

Even without words, I understood him perfectly.

'Found… you.'

My heart nearly burst from my chest. Instinctively, I raised the fire extinguisher, ready to strike—

But suddenly, a pair of arms appeared behind him, locking tightly around his neck.

My husband's pale face emerged from behind the attacker as he shouted hoarsely, "Cindy, run! Call the police!"

For a moment, I could only stare in disbelief.

My husband?!

With a furious roar, he dragged the killer to the ground, the two of them grappling violently.

A chill ran down my spine, my mind thrown into chaos.

My husband was 183 centimeters tall.

Even with the mask on, the attacker was noticeably shorter—just as the captain had said, around 170.

He was the wanted criminal from the news.