Nolan's POV

I was completely disoriented, dizzy, and unsure of my reality. All I could picture was whether the afterlife was real. The panic in the air was palpable. Cars screeched to a halt, other vehicles crashed into each other, and the loud blaring of horns filled the atmosphere. I could hear the clicks of cameras from nearby passersby taking pictures, and soon the wail of ambulance sirens pierced through the chaos.

I was weak and unable to move. All I could think about was the dead detective. It felt like I was reliving my life in a cycle of karma—a life that would always involve someone dying. It’s true...