Fate Reloaded
The doctor had to stitch ten times before my hand was barely saved.
When Vivian dragged me to the rooftop in my previous life, I did not resist because my body was already completely drained. I could not even break free from one of her fingers.
There was another reason. I had already stopped wanting to live.
As I fell, there was no fear in my heart. Instead, there was a faint joy at the thought of being freed.
Seeing that demon again, every cell in my body screamed for me to stay away. The terror carved into my bones had not faded at all, even after living again.