A past life… Yes, I had a past life. A life full of pain and suffering, deeds of heroism and betrayal. Kill or die. Rip the throat out of your enemy or die yourself. I survived. I became, perhaps, the best at what I do, but… There’s always that damn “but”… You can talk a lot about how I was one against the whole world, but that’s an excuse for the weak. I just couldn’t make it. And that’s why I died.
Now I’m starting a new life. I didn’t ask fate for this, but I’m grateful to it for a second chance. A chance to start everything from a blank slate…