My life was tragically cut short in a car accident as I desperately tried to escape from a stalker. It seemed like a cruel fate for someone who had already suffered so much. But then, I was reborn as a character in a novel - not with a silver spoon, but a diamond one. I thought this was my chance to start over and live a better life. Little did I know, my brother was a budding psychopath. He enjoyed tying people up and treating them like dolls. It was a disturbing revelation that shattered my hopes of a peaceful second chance. One day, my sister showed me a doll and asked if I wanted it. I quickly declined, knowing the twisted games my brother played with his "dolls". But she persisted, showing me another doll. I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread, knowing that my brother would eventually turn me into one of his victims. Before that day could come, I made the decision to leave my little brother to the heroine of the novel. She seemed strong and capable, surely she could handle him. However, my hopes were crushed when I found out that my brother had killed the very heroine I had hoped would save me. In the end, it seemed like my fate was sealed - destined to be killed by my own brother's hands. But perhaps, in this new world, there was still a chance for me to change my destiny and find a way to survive.
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