I was on a business trip in New York City, unable to sleep. Scrolling through Reddit in my hotel bed, I stumbled upon a bizarre post: [True Crime Deep Dive: On the night of July 30, 2025, at 10:30 PM, the heiress to the W Group fortune was brutally beheaded while on a business trip in NYC. Her head was found in the hotel mini-fridge. The killer was her late father's illegitimate son, who posed as a delivery driver to gain entry.] I paused. I am the heiress of the W Group. I am currently on a business trip in NYC. But my dad didn't have an illegitimate son. And today is July 30th. But it's only 10:00 PM right now. How could I be reading a news report about a murder that happens thirty minutes in the future? I figured it was just a sick prank by some bored internet troll. But when I got up to grab a water, I froze. The interior of the hotel mini-fridge was identical to the crime scene photo in the post. And the spot where the severed head was placed in the photo... was currently empty in my fridge. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Delivery!" 1 My heart skipped a beat. I immediately dialed my security team. First off, I haven't eaten takeout in years. When I travel, I book the Presidential Suite. All my meals are prepared by the hotel. Even if I ordered delivery, hotel staff would bring it up. No delivery driver is allowed on this floor. I suddenly remembered the Reddit post. It was absurd, impossible to believe. But the people, the time, the location... everything matched. Was this really a death notice? When I didn't answer, the pounding on the door got louder. Bang! Bang! Bang! "Hello? Delivery! Come get your food!" The voice was raspy, sounding like a middle-aged man. Remembering the post said the killer was my father's illegitimate son, I relaxed slightly. This guy sounded old enough to be my dad's contemporary, not his son. Luckily, my security team was staying on a lower floor. They'd be here in minutes. I calmed myself down. The knocking continued, sparking my curiosity. I walked softly to the heavy door. But the moment I got close, the knocking stopped. Dead silence outside. I held my breath and peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. But the next second— Bang! Bang! Two massive thuds against the door. Then! A face shot up from below, filling the entire peephole! The skin was wrinkled and greasy, a thick double chin spilling over the collar of a delivery uniform. Cloudy eyes stared dead at me through the glass. His mouth slowly, stiffly stretched into a grotesque grin. Bang! Bang! He hit the door again, harder this time. It was like he knew I was right there. I stumbled back, nearly falling. Just as I thought he would break the door down, his voice changed. It became soft, almost a whisper. "Delivery for you... I'll just leave it here." Footsteps retreated. Tap tap tap tap... Fading down the hallway. Did he leave? My security team arrived shortly after. Seeing the line of burly men in black suits guarding my door, I finally exhaled. But I was furious. How could a 5-star hotel have such lax security? I called the front desk immediately. After checking the surveillance, the receptionist sounded confused. "Ms. Chen... we apologize for the disturbance. But we've checked all camera feeds for the elevators, hallways, and stairwells leading to the Presidential floor for the last thirty minutes... There is no record of anyone in a delivery uniform entering the area. The only people on the footage are your security team." She paused, her voice trembling slightly. "And... there is no footage of the 'delivery driver' leaving, either..." Buzz— A chill shot from my feet to my skull. Not on camera? Didn't go up, didn't come down? That meant the "delivery driver" had been hiding on this floor the entire time! Unease settled in my gut. I called the police immediately. With my elite security team—all national martial arts champions—outside, I felt safe enough to wait for the cops. Sweating from the stress, I went to the bathroom to wash my face. Back on the sofa, I opened my phone. The Reddit post was at the top of my feed again. This time, I looked closer. Posted: July 30, 2035, 22:45 Ten years in the future?! How is that possible? I refreshed the page. The date remained 2035. Every other post on my feed had normal dates. I read the entire post. The murder case went cold for ten years. The illegitimate son inherited the family empire, liquidated everything within a few years, and fled the country with billions. The police never found him. My mother, the legitimate wife, was committed to a mental asylum by the son, claiming she lost her mind from grief. She committed suicide six months later. A sense of dread washed over me. I scrolled to the comments. The top comments made my heart stop: "OP got it wrong. The son didn't disguise himself as the driver. The driver was just a distraction he hired." "Exactly. She's a billionaire heiress in a Presidential Suite with bodyguards. A delivery guy couldn't get close." "The real killer was hiding inside the hotel room." Inside the hotel room... Inside the hotel room! Those words sucked the warmth from my body. I froze. My eyes darted to the time on my phone screen. 22:29 The post said the murder happened at 22:30. Before I could even process the thought— Thud! A dull, heavy blow struck the back of my head! Warm, sticky liquid, smelling of rust, poured down my face and neck. Then I felt the cold slice of a blade against my throat. With the last of my strength, I tried to turn my head, to see the face behind me. But a hand like an iron clamp held my head down, covering my mouth and nose. The post was real. The victim was me. I collapsed in a pool of blood, eyes closing in helpless rage. 2 I opened my eyes. I was back in the hotel bed. The phantom pain in my head and neck lingered, but there was no blood. I looked at my phone. The Reddit post was on the screen. Time: 10:00 PM. I was reborn! Back to thirty minutes before the murder! I scanned the room nervously. The killer was hiding in here, right now. I forced myself to stay calm. Knowing the killer was inside, I texted my security team and 911 instead of calling. Almost immediately after I sent the texts, the doorbell rang. "Delivery!" The raspy voice called out. Knowing he was just a distraction, I wanted to ignore him. But to put on a show for the killer inside, I yelled, "Wrong room! I didn't order anything!" Then I put on headphones, pretending to ignore the knocking, while my eyes frantically scanned the room—curtains, closet, bathroom... Where was he hiding? The knocking stopped. The footsteps faded. My bodyguards arrived on time. The timeline matched my previous life. I lunged for the door, throwing myself into the center of the protective circle of bodyguards. As we rushed out, I thought I heard a faint rustling sound from inside the room. I glanced back. In a dark corner of the living room, I felt an intense gaze burning into me. "Go! Move!" I ordered, terrified to look closer. We crowded into the elevator, then into my stretch limo. The door slammed shut. We drove away from the hotel. Safe? I checked my phone. I opened Reddit. The post was at the top again. I scrolled to the comments. My heart stopped. New comments had appeared: "The heiress was smart, but she still died." "She thought she escaped once she got in the car..." "Too bad she still died..." A bone-deep chill seized me. I forced myself to turn around and look at the people in the car. One, two, three... six, seven. Seven people. My security team only has six members. Everyone was wearing black suits and sunglasses. I tried to find an unfamiliar face. But strangely, all seven faces looked familiar. How is this possible? I forced myself to think. "Stop the car," I said, voice steady. "Everyone except Leo gets out. Go back to the hotel and help the police catch the fake delivery guy." Leo was my personal bodyguard, assigned by my parents ten years ago. He was the only one I trusted completely. The car door opened. Six bodyguards got out and ran back toward the hotel. They looked normal, except one. As he ran, he glanced back at the car with a weird expression. Not looking at me. Looking at the car. I didn't have time to analyze it. I told Leo to drive. "Head to the nearest police station. Fast." I slumped in the seat, soaked in cold sweat. Just me and Leo now. The car moved smoothly. Safe... for now? I checked the time: 22:28 Two minutes left! I leaned back, trying to slow my heart rate. Leo was focused on driving. My reflection in the window was pale. Just as I started to relax— A puff of cold air blew against my right ear! My pupils dilated. There's someone else in the car! Before I could move, a hand shot out from behind the seat, gripping my throat! Another hand, wielding a knife, stabbed into the left side of my neck! Squelch! Pain exploded! Blood sprayed! He was too fast. Even Leo couldn't react in time. My vision turned red. I saw Leo turn around, his face twisted in horror. My phone slipped from my hand. Screen on: 22:30 10:30 PM. again. There was only one other person in the car besides me. Leo didn't do it. Who was the second person? How did they get in? Darkness swallowed me. 3 I woke up in the hotel room again. Time: 10:00 PM. I checked the Reddit post. The title had changed: [True Crime Update: On July 30, 2025, at 10:30 PM, the W Group heiress was beheaded in NYC. Her head was found under the East River Bridge. The killer was her father's illegitimate son.] It changed. The East River Bridge was on the route I took in my second life. So the future can be changed! I texted the police and called only Leo up to the room. In the last life, I saw Leo didn't attack me. He was safe. I ignored the delivery guy again. When Leo arrived, I bolted out the door, dragging him to the private elevator. In the garage, I chose the smallest sedan instead of the limo. I made Leo check the entire car with a flashlight—undercarriage, tires, trunk, back seat. "Ms. Chen, exterior is clear. Interior is clear. Safe!" I relaxed a little. This car was tiny. Nowhere to hide. "Drive! Police station!" I jumped into the passenger seat. Leo drove. The car merged into traffic. Silence inside. I stared at the back seat, paranoia eating at me. Leo drove carefully, checking the mirrors. I checked my phone. The Reddit post was gone. I smiled. Did I finally escape? Time: 22:28 22:29 The police station was just ahead! Red light! The car stopped. As the countdown hit 3, and Leo prepared to accelerate— A hot breath blew against the back of my neck. A low, male chuckle sounded right behind my ear. My hair stood on end! My heart stopped! Impossible! Only me and Leo! And Leo is driving! The next second, a pair of cold hands shot out from the gap between the headrest and the seat back! They locked around my throat! "Urgh!" Suffocation hit me instantly. I saw Leo react, unbuckling his seatbelt and lunging toward the back seat. Too late. The knife went in. As my consciousness faded, my phone screen lit up. The Reddit post was back. Comments refreshing rapidly: "She was smart this time, but still died." "So sad. The killer only wanted to behead her, but she ran, so he got mad and chopped her into a thousand pieces." ... 4 Hotel room. 10:00 PM. I looked at the phone. Title changed again: [Heiress dismembered and scattered.] The comments were right. Running angered him. My body ached. My eyelids were heavy. Each rebirth drained me more. Despair washed over me. I tried everything. I still died. Was the killer a ghost? But the post said "illegitimate son." A human. How does he do it? Screw it! If I can loop, I'm going big! I texted the police. When the team arrived, I marched everyone to the hotel lobby. I asked the front desk to call every guest. "Anyone who comes to the lobby and livestreams me right now gets $10,000 cash. If you stream all night, another $10,000." People flooded the lobby. A cleaning lady scoffed. "Yeah right, little girl." I Venmo'd her $5,000 on the spot. "Whoa!" The crowd went wild. Phones went up. Flashlights on. I started giving an impromptu business lecture, my eyes scanning the crowd like radar. 22:15... 22:28... 22:30! Heart pounding! I survived 10:30! The killer couldn't act with so many cameras. The police arrived. This was the first time I lived long enough to see them. I told them about the fake delivery guy upstairs. Soon, they brought down the greasy middle-aged man in handcuffs. The crowd parted. As he passed me, he looked up. His cloudy eyes locked onto mine, lips curling into a mocking smile. Like he was looking at a dead woman. I felt sick. So I didn't relax. I stayed in the lobby, under the cameras, until dawn. I paid everyone. Exhausted, I couldn't stay. "Police station," I told Leo. But I was traumatized by cars. So we took the bus. First bus of the morning. Empty. We sat in the back. Watching the city wake up, I finally relaxed. The bus stopped at the station near the precinct. I got up, walking to the rear door with Leo. It was quiet. The moment my foot touched the sidewalk— Slash! Familiar pain! A blade sliced my throat open! The world tilted red. Screams erupted. With my last ounce of strength, I turned my head. I saw a hand with a crescent-shaped scar. Leo stood next to me, looking behind me in horror. As he lunged, I blacked out.
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