Steven immediately climbed onto the bed, laying on the edge. He seemed very energetic and kept staring at me.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” I was frightened by his stare. The trauma of my previous life before my death shrouded me.

Although I had accepted the fact that I had been reborn, it was difficult for me to sleep with the murderer.

“Stephie, they won’t let you out unless you’re pregnant.”

He said seriously, “They come ...