When someone is reborn for revenge, the first thing they do is make up for their mistakes.
The first thing I did when I was born again was to destroy my own face with my own hands.
Since this face is the reason why he imprisoned me, then I will destroy it. But when I looked at him dripping with blood, the rage I expected didn't come.
The way he looked at me was as if he was appreciating a piece of art that had been finally found after all the hard work, tender yet creepy.
"That's fine." He sighed and put the shackles on me. "No matter what you become, don't even think about leaving again."
Later, when my career reached its peak in the cage, another "I" inside me began to whisper.
Only then did I realize that this was not rebirth...
