On a Typhoon Day, My Neighbor Wanted Rescue, I Refused

The first thing I did after coming back was reinforce the yard around my house, and I lined the top of the wall with broken glass. It was because in my last life, when the typhoon hit, the house of that family at the end of the village got torn apart by the wind. They came to my place and begged me to take them in. I couldn't bring myself to refuse, so I let them stay. What I never expected was that the very same day, their son crept into my room, and while I was struggling, he strangled me to death.