I was betrayed by the one I trusted most. My entire life… was a lie. I lived for my father, endured every pain for the sake of his revenge. Through agonizing training, I became the perfect assassin. I gave him everything. I lived only for him. I even killed for him. But he was not even my real father. The man I murdered with my own hands was. Deceived by a monster all my life, I killed my true father. And once I was no longer useful, that monster handed me a poisoned drink. I died. Or at least, I should have. But I did not. When I opened my eyes, I was small again. I had returned to my childhood. I did not know how or why, but it was clear this was a gift from the heavens. A second chance to make things right. To take revenge on the one who used me, then discarded me like trash. I have made up my mind. He deceived me. So I will make him pay with his life.