After Becoming a Painted-Face Performer, I Went on a Killing Spree

When I was a child, the villagers promised me in marriage to a stone for their own gain.

We lived in poverty while they indulged in riches and excess.

Years later, I returned to the village that had once been a wasteland, only to find it covered in high-rises...

It isn’t fair.

I refuse to accept my fate.