Our last life began. I approached the depressed Han Haneul in the same outfit as before and the way she was surprised and stuttered was the same as well. Just as the grim reaper said, this life had a set repertoire, meaning, it was a train on rails. Unless someone switched the direction of the rails, my husband would ultimately die, being hit by Kang Giwoo in a car. The results were predetermined, and I can’t do anything but watch? I wasn’t going to accept that.

I guided my deceased husband. I tried my best to give him hints, but my mouth did not move as I wanted it to. I said the exact same things as I did before and sent him away. The world started moving again. This was no time to stay downtrodden. I immediately looked for the masked man. He said that he would play the role of a wake-up bell and that my husband would reach the choice of committing suicide through him....