After dressing up as a "saint" of a primitive tribe, the whole tribe knelt down and called me treasure.
Give me the best meat, give me the sweetest fruit, and the bravest man kneel at my feet and say "I am willing to die for you."
Until I broke into the forbidden place late at night——
Seven female skeletons are arranged neatly, and the bone carving necklace is exactly the same as the one on my neck.
The same word is densely carved on the stone wall: "Liar."
It turns out that the "saint" is not the chosen one.
It is a sacrifice that is raised to the age of twenty and sent to the altar.
And I am nineteen years old this year.
The whole clan is counting down the days until my death, except for the man who stands outside my curtain every night.
He was the leader and one of the executioners.
But he said to me in the moonlight:
"I'm no longer the leader, who will tell you the truth?"
Eleven months left.
They taught me to be a sacrifice.
I teach them what backlash is.
