I was transmigrated into a book. If I could find my true love, my life would have a happy ending. However, when the story came to an end, what greeted her was death. When she opened her eyes, she found herself at the very beginning. She fell in love yet again. Each and every time, she met a gruesome death. Poisoned, strangled, fell to death, disease, crushed to death, death in this way, death in that way… After welcoming her 117th birthday, Karen Haier decided to become a murderer.