When I graduated from university, my cousin Laura gave me a gramophone and told me to put it in my bedroom. She also specifically asked me to position the horn in the direction of my bed. 

I did not understand what she meant by that, but I did it anyway. Then, one night, I heard my boyfriend Adam’s labored breathing, along with shameful moans. 

But no one was beside me. 

In the previous cycle, after I received the gramophone and the record from Laura, I had happily played it for my entire family. 

Yet, when half a month passed, my brother got into an accident and died. 

My father lost his mind and jumped off from the eighteenth floor. His entire body was smashed to pieces. 

As for me, not only did the university forfeit my graduate certificate, but I was also expelled and no longer had the chance to attempt graduating from the university. 

I aged by decades overnight. My entire body was covered in sores that gave off a foul stench. Everyone avoided me like the plague. 

Adam thought I was disgusting. He said that I was misfortune incarnate, and that was why my entire family died. He then broke up with me. 

I complained about it to Laura, only to find that she got an acceptance letter to an Ivy League university, even though she could not even get into a proper high school because her grades were too horrible. Her deadbeat parents also got money from somewhere and became the richest people in their region. 

Due to these shocks, I broke down. When I took the elevator to go downstairs, I made a misstep and fell. My body, too, was crushed. 

After I died, I learned that the source of all of my problems came from the gramophone. As for Adam, he had already gotten together with Laura a long time ago. 

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day I graduated. 

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