The Day I Died, My Mother Finally Smiled

Synopsis

On my eighteenth birthday, my face was sliced open by a knife and my fingernails were torn off one by one. I died at home, drenched in blood. Right before I died, I desperately begged for mercy, but the person who hurt me bolted in terror. My soul drifted above my lifeless body. I bet my mother, who couldn't wait for me to die, was finally getting what she wanted.