When I was five years old, my mother and I died in a car accident.
The people who orchestrated the accident were my father and my mother’s best friend.
After receiving two insurance payouts, they got married and lived happily together as a family.
Occasionally, That Woman would get scared: “The mother and daughter who died-won’t they turn into Vengeful Ghosts and come back to take revenge on me?”
My father would laugh at her for being superstitious.
But they didn’t know-I wasn’t dead.
And the me who returned alive for revenge would be far more terrifying than any Vengeful Ghost.