He covered the sky with one hand, became paranoid and imprisoned me with a golden cage, thinking that I was the bird that could never escape from his grasp. He was wrong. I am not a weak dodder flower waiting for redemption, but a hunter dormant in the dark, waiting for opportunities. The humiliation and pain he inflicted on me will become the sharpening stone for me to sharpen my edge. The moment the chain breaks, it's the signal for the hunt to begin. This time, it's my turn to make the rules. The unattainable tyrant in the past will eventually kneel at my feet and witness with my own eyes who is the real king.
