"I remember the day I died...and I know who did it."

One year to build a new life. One year to accept that your old life will end. One year to plan your vengeance.

It was supposed to be a romantic evening - you know, wine, dinner, the works. Oh, Katherine's plans very much aligned with your own in that regard at least. Everything was flawless...the dinner cooked to perfection, the wine well-temperated. Katherine watched you with a hint of anxiety in her eyes and posture, as if she was waiting for something. Something that, when it finally happened, affected her more than she thought it would. She and John had gathered the resolve to go through with their plan to murder you for the insurance for weeks, but now that it was happening...but it was what she wanted! It had to be, because there was no way back anymore, no undo button! God, why was it taking so long? The drug in the wine should have knocked you out already! Instead, she watched eyes dim, motions turning sluggish, and to her own surprise, she found herself crying as she watched a life slowly dimming like a candle burning down. "Just go to sleep, okay? Just...sleep," Katherine whispered. "Don't fight it. Just...go to sleep." Then the world ended, and all turned black...

...and this is where your story begins.