The young man walked away from the house, feeling satisfied. He had finally confronted the man who had framed him, and he had made him pay for what he had done.

He knew that his revenge was not over yet. There were still others who had wronged him, and he would not rest until they had all been punished.

But for now, he was content to savor his victory. He had taken the first step on his journey of revenge, and he knew that he would not be stopped.

He walked through the streets, feeling the power coursing through his veins. He was stronger, faster, smarter than he had ever been before. He could do anything he wanted.

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He thought about what he would do next. He could go after the others who had framed him, or he could go after the people who had put him in prison. He could even go after the system that had allowed him to be framed in the first place.

The possibilities were endless.

He smiled. He had a lot of work to do, but he was ready for it. He was the Revenger, and he would not stop until he had gotten his revenge.

But as he walked, he started to feel a sense of emptiness. He had gotten his revenge, but it didn't feel like he had accomplished anything. He still felt angry and bitter.

He realized that revenge was not the answer. It would not make him feel better. It would not make him whole.

He needed to find another way to deal with his anger and pain. He needed to find a way to forgive those who had wronged him.

He knew that it would not be easy, but he was determined to try. He knew that it was the only way to truly move on with his life.

He took a deep breath and continued walking. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew that he was on the right path.