I don’t remember who I was before death, and I don’t really understand who I am now. But one thing I know for sure: I’m feared. Feared and respected. And also… the moment I realized myself in my new body, I understood that I was at my own execution—and that they would take my life again any moment.
But I was given a choice. I could receive a pardon, but then I’d have to go to a place from which ordinary people don’t return. Though… I’m not exactly an ordinary person.