Blurb：
Luna, the drummer, is given a second chance after being betrayed and murdered by those she loved most—her sister Ingrid, childhood friend Eli, fiancé Liam, and even her cop father. Reborn on the fateful day her best friend Iris dies from an asthma attack and a crushing amplifier in the equipment room, Luna refuses to deliver the medicine this time. As the band practices, the antique wall clock ticks toward 4 PM, the moment of Iris’s murder. Luna must uncover why her loved ones framed her, expose the real killer, and survive a web of lies, all while mastering her drums and avoiding a tragic past. Will she rewrite her destiny or fall victim to the same conspiracy?
Content：
During band practice, my sister begged me to deliver asthma medicine to my best friend Iris in the equipment room.
I refused, and Iris, having an asthma attack, was crushed to death by a large amplifier in the equipment room.
In my past life, I had delivered the medicine for Iris. But her family stormed into the room at once and beat me half to death.
“You killed Iris, you monster!”
Turns out Iris’s death was a murder, and I was treated as the prime suspect because I was at the crime scene.
Then the band was called in for questioning. I thought they’d save me.
But the pianist, my childhood friend, stepped on my hand. “You left around 4 and went to the equipment room—that’s when you did it!”
My fiancé tore my clothes. “There’s blood on your clothes, you murderer!”
My cop dad slapped cuffs on me. “Your fingerprints are all over the equipment.”
I couldn’t defend myself. Iris’s enraged family stabbed me to death.
Until my last breath, I never understood why the people I loved most turned on me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back—on that very night.
“Luna, I’ve got terrible cramps. Can you bring Iris her medicine, please?”
My sister, Ingrid, shook my arm, pouting.
In front of me was a purple drum set. Behind it, an antique wall clock showed exactly 4 PM.
I had been reborn.
Ingrid saw I wasn’t responding and pouted harder.
“Luna, you know how awful my period is. You would do me the favor, right?”
She shoved the inhaler into my hand, then flopped onto the bench like she was exhausted.
I flinched and shoved it right back. “We’re about to perform. I’m not confident on the drums yet. I need to practice. You take it.”
Ingrid’s eyes widened. She never expected me—always putting her first—to refuse.
“Luna, can’t you see I’m in pain? It’s just a quick trip. Why are you being so heartless?”
I shot back, “You said it yourself—it’s just a quick trip. Why can’t you do it?”
She rarely got contradicted. Her face flushed red. “But Iris’s your best friend! She needs you! How can you be so cold?”
I fired back, “Iris always treated you like her own little sister. Now’s your chance to pay her back. I know you’re not ungrateful.”
Instantly, Ingrid threw a tantrum—crying, whining, slamming things around.
She always did this. Whenever someone said no, she’d melt down. Normally, I’d cave and comfort her.
But this time, I acted like I didn’t notice. I focused on tuning my drums.
In my past life, not long after we started practicing, Ingrid asked me to bring Iris her medicine.
Seeing Ingrid in pain and thinking of Iris’s asthma, I agreed right away.
But when I got near the equipment room, something felt off.
If Iris was organizing gear, why were the lights off?
I called her name a few times—no answer. She sometimes fell asleep when exhausted, so I left the medicine on the table by the door like we always did.
I returned and practiced drums for another half hour before Iris’s family burst in, pinned me down, and beat me. Then the police took me away.
At the station, I learned a large stage amplifier had crushed Iris in the equipment room. The police said it wasn’t an accident—it was murder, and I was their suspect.
I begged Ingrid to back me up.
Instead, she slapped me and said, “Luna, you’ve been complaining about Iris all week. I told you not to stay mad, but I never thought you’d actually kill her!”
I looked to my childhood friend, Eli, and my fiancé, Liam.
But Eli shoved me down and stomped on my hand.
“You left around 4—that’s when you did it, you killer!”
Liam ripped my shirt open.
“There’s blood on your clothes. The DNA is Iris’s. You murdered her.”
Then my dad, the cop, slapped cuffs on me.
“Your prints are on the amplifier. You killed her.”
Motive, no alibi, and direct evidence—I had no way out.
Iris’s heartbroken parents rushed in, and in a blind rage, her dad stabbed me in the heart. I died on the spot.
From start to finish, my sister, my best friend, my fiancé, and my own father just watched coldly.
The pain—physical and emotional—seared into my bones. I would never forget it.
Now that I’m back, I won’t let it happen again!
“Luna, are you picking on Ingrid again? Why are you so immature? Always jealous, always competing with your sister.”
Eli’s angry voice snapped me back to the present.
As he walked by, he knocked my drumstick out of my hand, then tenderly helped Ingrid up.
“Luna, apologize to Ingrid. Now.”
I almost laughed.
“You were in the bathroom. You didn’t see anything. Why assume it’s me pushing her down?”
Eli smirked. “It’s obvious. You’re the spoiled rich girl with a nasty temper. Ingrid’s sweet and kind. She’d never start trouble.”
I felt a bitter smile twist my lips. There it was again—the same old script.
Ingrid and I are twins, but she got lost when we were two.
Our family found her again when we were fifteen. Ever since, everyone’s been bending over backward to make her happy.
Including Eli, who grew up with me, doting on her like she was royalty.
I wasn’t jealous. I actually tried to be a good sister, taking care of Ingrid.
But at some point, everyone forgot about me. Only Ingrid mattered. In their eyes, if she cried, it could be only because I was being jealous and mean.
It hurt. But I never complained.
Now that I’ve died once, I get it—they’ll always choose her. Fine. I don’t need them anymore.
I picked up my drumstick and kept practicing.
But Eli just couldn’t leave me alone.
After hearing Ingrid’s story, Eli turned to me with a hard look. “You’re taking this medicine to Iris. Now.”
In my last life, I never wondered why Ingrid was so insistent I go, or why she said those things that made me look guilty.
Was it possible… Ingrid had something to do with Iris’s death?
A chill ran down my spine.
I glanced at Ingrid. Her eyes were darting around, nervous, fixed on the door—like she was afraid of something outside.
Then I remembered—I’d texted Iris a few minutes ago. No reply.
Was it possible something had already happened to her?
And Ingrid was sending me away so I’d be the last one to see Iris, which would create an alibi for herself?
But the autopsy report never came out in my last life. I died before the time of death was ever confirmed.
I pushed down my panic and threw the inhaler right in Eli’s face.
“You’re the one who should go. Iris’s your fiancée. This is a perfect chance for you two staying together. You should be thanking me.”
Eli froze. He looked at Ingrid, whose eyes instantly welled up with tears at my words.
In my last life, I’d been too focused on drumming to notice the vibe between them.
Were they already together? Did they plan Iris’s murder together?
The thought made me snap. I swung my drumstick hard—hitting Eli right in the eye.
“I’m practicing. Anyone else bothers me, I’m not holding back.”
Eli hissed in pain, face dark with anger. He wanted to hit me but held back. He’d known me since we were kids. He knew how scary I could get when I was furious.
Ingrid was shocked too. She didn’t dare talk back, just bit her lip and cried.
Eli saw her tears and forgot his own pain, making silly faces to cheer her up.
Disgusted, I turned away and focused on my drums.
Soon, Ingrid was laughing again. Before long, the two were back to flirting like they’d completely forgotten about the medicine.
Worried about Iris, I spoke up. “Eli, what kind of fiancé are you? Shouldn’t you bring Iris the medicine? Fine, I’ll call Iris and tell her you blew her off.”
“No!” Ingrid’s voice was sharp.
Almost instantly, she snatched my phone away.
“Luna, let’s not bother her. I’ll bring it. I’ll go for Eli.”
Her face was pale. She rushed out, frantic, not looking weak at all anymore. She disappeared down the hall in seconds.
Eli shot me a glare and hurried after her.
Now I was almost sure—something had happened to Iris!
The place where our band practiced was a bar with a studio that Liam and I bought together. I’d designed the layout of it myself.
To avoid being accused of having no alibi, I took a route covered by security cameras. Then I stopped by the bar, ordered a drink, and headed to the lounge.
I took off my jacket and hung it on a hook. I adjusted a lamp to make it look like someone was sleeping at the desk.
To ensure my plan would work well, I also asked the cleaner, Maggie, to sit by the door stringing bracelets for me.
Once that was set, I put on a wig and changed my clothes, completely altering my appearance.
Then I climbed out the window.
Iris loved instruments. She collected all kinds of it. After I started my business, I set aside a whole room for her gear.
Every Sunday, Iris would come to tinker with her instruments. I would visit her. We enjoyed the cozy Sunday night in sweet melodies together.
Last life was the same—except I was rushed before the gig and only dropped off her medicine.
Before I knew it, I was near the equipment room.
I took a shortcut and got there before Eli and Ingrid. But time was tight. I couldn’t relax.
Like last time, the equipment room was dark. I turned on my phone’s flashlight and called Iris as I walked in.
But the room was dead silent. What I saw made my heart sink.
Iris was face down, motionless, a heavy stage amplifier crushing her back.
I covered my mouth. My whole body went cold.
My first instinct was to call the police. But I quickly dismissed it.
Iris died on my property. I was at the scene. And Ingrid and Eli would definitely blame me for murder again.
No—not maybe. Definitely.
Worried about leaving prints, I didn’t touch Iris. Scanning the area carefully, I confirmed she’d clearly been dead for over two hours.
Two hours ago was right when we first got to the studio.
Who killed Iris?
Trembling, I took photos with my phone. Grief and terror clawed at me, but I forced myself to leave.
Once I was sure no one had seen me, I climbed back into the lounge.
I collapsed into a chair. It took a while to pull myself out of the whirlpool of fear and sadness. When I finally calmed down, I realized something important.
Ingrid had probably known Iris was dead. That was why she was so desperate to send me for Iris’s medicine.
But was it really possible that Ingrid killed Iris?
We all arrived at the studio at the same time. No one left early.
Who on earth killed Iris? And who wanted to frame me?
My head was about to explode. My thoughts were a tangled mess.
Just then, noise erupted outside the door. The door flew open.
“Luna, you murderer! Give us back our daughter!”
“Our sweet Iris treated you with nothing but love! How could you be so evil! How could you do this!”
My heart dropped. I checked the time—5 PM sharp.
But last time, they didn’t storm in until around 5:30. Why were they half an hour early this time?
Did Ingrid and Eli skip the equipment room and go straight to tell Iris’s parents she was dead?
No time to overthink. They were already crowding the lounge.
Auntie Ava looked heartbroken. She raised her hand to slap me.
I tried to dodge, but Uncle Alex kicked me behind the knees. I cried out in pain, falling to my knees, and took the slap full force.
Behind them, Ingrid hid in Eli’s arms, hand over her mouth. She looked scared and upset, but her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
The slap was hard. Blood trickled from my lip. My mind raced.
Last time, I was too shocked by Iris’s death to defend myself. That’s how Ingrid and the others trapped me.
I won’t let that happen again!
Instead of reacting with anger, I acted concerned and warm, like always.
“Auntie Ava, Uncle Alex, what’s wrong? Did something happen? Don’t worry, I’ll call Iris. We can figure it out together.”
I dialed Iris’s number. I knew she wouldn’t answer, but it made Auntie Ava pause.
Everything I did showed I didn’t know Iris was dead. Seeing this, Auntie Ava and Uncle Alex exchanged confused looks.
Ingrid bit her lips in frustration. She stepped forward, giving me a look of utter disappointment.
“Luna, everyone knows you killed Iris. Why are you still acting?”
“Iris was so good to you! She was so kind! How could you hurt her!”
Her words shattered whatever was left of Auntie Ava and Uncle Alex’s self-control. They lunged for me again.
I slapped Ingrid hard across the face. “How dare you curse Iris! She’s fine!”
Ingrid stumbled back, hand on her cheek. She didn’t expect me to counterattack.
I grabbed Auntie Ava’s hands, tears streaming down my face. “Auntie, what’s going on? Tell me!”
Auntie Ava and Uncle Alex weren’t unreasonable people. After a moment, they could tell I genuinely didn’t know.
Auntie Ava always treated me like a daughter. Seeing me so upset, she asked grimly, “It wasn’t you? You didn’t know she was dead?!”
Seeing the momentum shift, Eli jumped in urgently. “Luna, you killed Iris when Ingrid and I were gone! Stop lying!”
I fired back, “After you left, I came straight to the lounge. I never went out. Ask Maggie! Or check the security cameras!”
“And why are accusing me out of nothing? Couldn’t it be you two who left and killed her, then framed me?!”
Ingrid and Eli turned red, speechless. They didn’t expect me to fight back so fiercely. They didn’t know I’d gone to the lounge. They were stuck.
I helped Auntie Ava up. “Let’s go to the security room. We’ll check the footage.”
After watching the clear footage and hearing Maggie’s statement, Auntie Ava and Uncle Alex realized they might have misunderstood. Their hostility faded a bit.
But Ingrid must have poisoned them against me beforehand. They weren’t fully convinced.
Anyway, I’d avoided the chaos of my last life. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Ingrid and Eli looked furious. They never expected things to turn out like this.
Ingrid clung to Auntie Ava’s arm. “Luna, this is your place. You know all the blind spots. Of course you could avoid the cameras and kill Iris. We can’t out argue you. I just feel bad for Iris.”
“Ingrid, you keep saying Iris’s dead! Who’s the real monster here?!” I slapped her again—harder this time.
Ingrid fell to the ground.
Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, “The police are here!”
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