When other people are reborn to seek revenge, the first thing they do is make amends for their mistakes.
The first thing I did after being reborn was destroy my own face.
If this face was the reason he kept me captive, then I would ruin it. But when I looked up at him, blood streaming down my face, the rage I had expected never came.
He looked at me as if admiring a work of art he had finally reclaimed after countless hardships, his gaze tender and chilling.
“This is for the best, too.” He sighed, fastening shackles around my wrists. “No matter what you look like, don’t even think about leaving me again.”
Later, when my career reached its peak inside the cage and another “me” began whispering within my body,
I finally understood that this wasn’t a story about being reborn…
