Chris thinks he\'s just another unlucky office worker—until mysterious notes start appearing in his fridge, accurately predicting his future. At first, it\'s harmless: a lottery win. Then comes violence, betrayal, and death. As each chilling prophecy unfolds, Chris realizes he’s trapped in a story written by an invisible hand… and the next line reads: “Today, you will kill your girlfriend.” As paranoia consumes him, Chris spirals into a dangerous obsession to discover who—or what—is scripting his life. But the deeper he digs, the more terrifying the truth becomes. In a twisted world where fate is written in ink and blood, can Chris reclaim his freedom… or is he just another character waiting for the final page?
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Chapter 1 – The Prophecy
"Today, you will win a lottery worth 5,000 yuan."
The May heat was unbearable. Sweating profusely, I hurriedly opened the door and rushed to the fridge, grabbing a can of cola and taking a long gulp. Just as I was about to close the fridge door, I noticed a small piece of paper wedged inside.
The black ink on the grayish-white paper caught my eye, but it wasn’t just the message that unnerved me. At the bottom of the note was an abstract design—one that was oddly disturbing.
How could I describe it? When viewed horizontally, it resembled a giant tree, but when turned upright, it looked like a pile of corpses. If I angled it towards the light, I could almost make out a faint reflection of my own face.
"Dammit, this is someone’s sick joke," I muttered.
Slamming the fridge door shut, I made up my mind: whoever was behind this prank wouldn’t win. I wasn’t going to play the lottery.
Chapter 2 – The Office "Benefit"
“We’ve all worked hard, and our company’s performance has risen by 20% compared to last quarter. Our boss is thrilled, so he asked me to bring some benefits for everyone,” our corpulent manager shouted with enthusiasm. The office was eerily silent.
We were all well aware of the so-called "benefits."
Last month, we got several huge bags of toilet paper.
The month before, each of us got two oranges—some of them were even rotten.
The worst was in February. Our manager forced us to work overtime on Valentine’s Day, and our reward? A pack of discount condoms from the local supermarket. What were we supposed to do with those after working all night?
"Come on, guys, get excited! This time, the benefits are worth more than 20 million!" The manager’s fat face lit up with satisfaction. He pulled a thick wad of stuff from his jacket.
"Lucky lottery tickets. Ten tickets each, no stealing!"
His sly grin only made my colleagues more annoyed. I muttered some curses under my breath when suddenly, my mind flashed back to the note in the fridge from earlier. My heart skipped a beat.
Chapter 3 – The Unexpected Win
As expected, when we checked the lottery results that evening, I had won third prize. My prize was exactly 5,000 yuan.
I felt a strange mixture of confusion, faint excitement, and lingering fear. My hands trembled slightly as I tossed the ticket onto the table and grabbed the cola again.
A prank? Could someone really go this far?
If it wasn’t a prank, then this whole situation was beyond my understanding. Based on my experience from watching countless horror films, I knew one thing: this could not end well.
Chapter 4 – The Robbery
"Today, you will be robbed and suffer an injury to your chest."
I shakily picked up the new note, my breath catching in my throat. Since yesterday, no one had come to visit me. Who had left this note? Was it even a person?
I grabbed my phone to call the police, but then hesitated. What if they thought I was crazy and locked me up? My mind raced, and then I had an idea. I called my manager, putting on a sickly tone to request the day off.
If I stayed indoors, maybe I could avoid this robbery. What a genius move, I thought.
I crumpled the note and threw it into the trash. I locked the door, shut the windows, and set up my game console to play. It seemed like the best way to distract myself.
Chapter 5 – The Unwelcome Visitor
At 12:30 p.m., the doorbell rang.
Peering through the peephole, I saw a chubby delivery man, his voice loud as he called out, “Your delivery’s here!”
“Leave it at the door. I’ll get it later,” I said, keeping my eyes on the note that still lingered in my mind. I had decided to lower the risk of danger to zero.
The delivery man put the package outside the door and shouted, “Hope you’ll leave a good review!”
After a few minutes, feeling the silence in the hallway, I let my guard down. I opened the door and bent down to grab the delivery.
In that instant, a strong hand grabbed my neck, the pressure almost choking me. The man’s grip was so tight, I could barely breathe.
“Don’t move, or I’ll kill you.”
I felt a cold knife slide across my chest. Then the elevator doors suddenly opened, and the delivery man came in, now accompanied by a large man. They slammed the door shut, and the delivery guy slapped me across the face. “You think you’re better than me, huh? You look down on delivery people, making me leave the package outside!”
What the hell? How had I ever thought this delivery guy was harmless?
Chapter 6 – The Deadly Experiment
My hands and feet were bound, my body sprawled out on the cold floor like a dead dog. The two robbers were rummaging through my apartment, tossing things aside in search of something—anything.
Suddenly, a dangerous thought crossed my mind. An experiment. A deadly experiment.
There was no doubt about it: these notes were the "scripts of fate." Everything they predicted—no matter how much I tried to avoid it—had come true. No exceptions.
But what I wanted to know was this: Was the thing written on the note the most important event of my day?
My heart pounded violently in my chest as I stared at the note. It had only said I would be robbed. It hadn’t said anything about “being robbed and dying from the wounds.”
Did this mean, as long as it didn’t say I would die, I wouldn’t?
I had to test it. And testing it would take a whole lot of courage.
I took a few deep breaths, facing the two men. "You sons of bitches, if you have the guts, kill me already. I’ve seen your faces. If you let me go, I’ll call the cops and make sure you rot in prison."
The large thug and the delivery guy exchanged a glance. Then, the big guy’s expression hardened as he brandished a knife and began walking toward me.
Thud... thud... thud...
His footsteps echoed in the quiet apartment. I gritted my teeth and locked eyes with him. My chest tightened, but I didn’t look away.
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