My death came and I wasn’t disturbed or sad by it. I was relieved because I didn’t have to hide anymore. I was someone that had been running and running away from persecutors half of my life. It was a harsh life that couldn’t be called one. Nonetheless, I kept on running and killing the ones that attempted against me until I died—I was killed—I was freed from my arduous life. Perhaps that was what I had wanted all along, why did I not let them kill me way earlier? I wanted my life to be reset. I wanted to experience the things I couldn’t enjoy when I was working and escaping. My wish was fulfilled after I died—I came back to life. I could start all anew, in an unknown age and place, but with a body that wasn’t mine. However, my ideal form of living, the one I yearned for, wasn’t something that could be easily attained with the background I was born or if you were someone that thought too much. Come with me, follow my steps and see what my new life become. -No updates on weekends (UTC-5) -4 super short chapters per week (not sure about the update day and hour so sorry -shrugs-)