Can't Repay My Debt, Even Death Won't Take Me

At thirty-two, drowning in $60,000 of online debt, I jumped from the 32nd floor—only to wake up back on the rooftop's edge. Three attempts later, the truth hits: I can't die. Each suicide resets me to the starting point, unharmed and still broke. Death itself has rejected me, trapping me in an endless loop with my creditors' messages flooding my phone. But if I'm cursed to live, I'll do it right this time. Starting as a delivery driver, scraping together pennies per order, I'll claw my way out of this hell. This impossible second chance might be my punishment—or my only shot at redemption.