The most important thing right now was to get some water. Even though Baxton's rebirth had pulled this body back from death, the heat stroke was still there. It would be dangerous if he didn't quickly cool down and rehydrate. He wasn't about to go down in history as the fastest man to die after getting a second chance. Braxton was still struggling to think of a way out when a horrible sound drifted in from outside—someone singing. "It's a bright new day, "Everything's falling into place. "It's a bright new day, "From the moment I wake, things go my way. Braxton groaned.Who in the world sings like that in the hallway? It's torture to the ears! Just as he was growing impatient, the voice got closer and closer until it stopped right outside his door. Then came the sound of a key turning in the lock. Braxton's eyes lit up. Is that Tiffany? Perfect—she would have water! He struggled to sit up and leaned against the headboard, excitement flashing in his eyes as he looked toward the door. But the figure who walked in was the last person he expected. "Natalie?!" Natalie closed the door behind her, tossed the key aside, and gave him a cold smile. "Long time no see, Braxton." His face drained of color.How could it be Natalie? He remembered, he had gave the key to Tiffany. Baxton forced out the question, "What had you done to Tiffany?" "Killed her, of course." Natalie's voice was icy as she tried to scare him. "It was a horrible death. Right before the end, she kept crying out—‘Who gave me all these scars? I curse you to suffer a tragic death and join me in hell!'" Braxton's stomach twisted with guilt. He had already seen it in his memories—how, in this life, his abuse of his cousin had been brutal beyond words, shocking and inhuman. Even he couldn't understand why he had done such things. Maybe it was the torture he'd suffered from Edric and his twisted gang that had driven him insane. Now, as he stared at Natalie, her healthy skin glowing and her face full of life, she felt almost unfamiliar. In their last life together, they had lived side by side for years, but his memory of her was of a pale, malnourished girl with hollow cheeks. Unlike before, now she had a glow of health and a beauty full of life. The way she looked now reminded him of the very first time he saw her—standing above everyone else, beautiful and cold as ice. His eyes drifted down to her wrist, where she wore an emerald bracelet. The stone glimmered, clear and pure, even better quality than what she had before. It wasn't exactly the same bracelet as last time, but Braxton knew—without a doubt—that this was the bracelet, the one tied to that strange storage space. What had Natalie gone through since her rebirth? Why had she and the bracelet both grown so much stronger? Before he could think any further, Natalie suddenly struck. With a swift strike, she drove a bayonet straight through his shoulder. When she yanked it out, blood poured from the wound in thick streams. Braxton's eyes widened. Just as he was about to speak, Natalie drove the bayonet deep into his thigh. "Ahhh!" He screamed in pain, terror flooding his chest. She's trying to kill me?! No—wait. The blade hadn't hit a vital spot. She wasn't aiming to end me quickly. She's torturing me—bleeding me out, dragging me toward the most painful death imaginable. As she raised the blade again, Braxton panicked and shouted, "You're reborn too, aren't you?!" As expected, his words froze her hand mid-air.Braxton exhaled in relief. Natalie narrowed her eyes, studying him. How could he know I've been reborn? Wait, what did he mean by "too"? She lifted the bayonet and pressed it toward him. "What do you mean?" Braxton had only shouted in desperation, hoping to stop her from cutting him to pieces. Now, faced with her cold stare, he didn't know how to talk his way out. His eyes locked on the blood-stained bayonet, fear twisting his stomach. His voice shook as he admitted, "I—I just came back to life. But this time, everything's different from before. Natalie, you were reborn too, right?" Natalie studied him, her thoughts racing. So Braxton really was reborn too? Or is he just grasping at straws, trying to buy time—and by sheer dumb luck, he happened to guess the truth? Braxton couldn't read her blank expression. The uncertainty made his heart pound. If she got upset again, she might stab him without hesitation. In a rush, he blurted out a desperate apology. "I'm sorry, Natalie! I lost my mind for a moment. That's the only reason I tried to steal your storage space!" The moment those words left his mouth, Natalie's grip on the bayonet tightened. So, this is the Braxton from my last life. Because in this life, there was no way he could have known about the secret of the storage space. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. If the Braxton of this timeline had never hurt her yet, then this man—this reborn Braxton—was her true mortal enemy. Without a word, Natalie lunged. "Thud! Thud!" The bayonet drove into him again and again. More than a dozen strikes, each one carefully avoiding the fatal points, each one designed to spill blood. Braxton screamed and writhed. The torture was unbearable. Already weakened by heat stroke, his body couldn't take it. Now, with so much blood pouring from his wounds, he felt his life slipping away all over again. His voice was hoarse, almost broken. "Don't kill me! I'm useful! I know what comes after Frostfall—I know the next apocalypse!"