Framed Every Lifetime

"During the annual awards gala, I stepped out to use the restroom. When I came back, my year-end bonus was gone, canceled for allegedly assaulting a new coworker, Elan Crowe.In my first life, I desperately tried to prove my innocence by showing my fitness tracker’s movement data, proving I had been in the bathroom.Calder Roane, the department head, flew into a rage. "Everyone in the department saw you hit him. And you still want to deny it?"I struggled and explained frantically, but in the chaos, I accidentally fell down the stairs and died on the spot.In my second life, I took medical leave and skipped the gala entirely. I never expected that just past noon, the police would surround my home."Lyra Vale, you’re suspected of intentional homicide. You need to come with us."Elan’s enraged family had then rushed forward and stabbed me repeatedly. I died again.In my third life, I ran to the city plaza, started a livestream, and rapped on camera, turning every viewer into my alibi.That night, the police still came. "The evidence is conclusive. Please come with us."At the station, they pulled up surveillance footage. It clearly showed me sneaking into the gala hall, arguing with Elan, then picking up a knife and stabbing him straight in the back.I was completely stunned.Three days later, I took a bullet.After endless rebirths, I finally laughed in anger.This time, I stormed straight into the gala hall, pressed a knife across Elan's throat, and said, "This is a kidnapping.""