The Hitman's Time Loop
Language: en
I am a hitman. During a mission, my partner—my ride-or-die—shot me in the head. Over my corpse, he whispered, "I'm sorry. The target is my wife. To protect her, I had to kill you." My soul was utterly speechless. Bro, do you not have a mouth? If it's your wife, couldn't you just say so? We could have just skipped the job! Was it necessary to blow my brains out?! When I opened my eyes again, I was back three minutes before the shot.