The garden was quiet, but beneath the blossoms, old wounds still throbbed. Helping Anna was more than a quest — it was a step toward changing the narrative written for me. Her cautious trust felt fragile, like petals in the wind.
As I offered a gentle smile, a chilling memory flashed through my mind: the moment I first turned cold and cruel, the choices that had led me here. The system's quiet hum reminded me that time was ticking. Redemption wasn't just about actions—it was about confronting my own darkness.
A sudden rustling nearby made me turn sharply. A shadow separated itself from the trees—a familiar figure cloaked in secrets. My heart tightened as the true challenges of this second chance began to make themselves known.
No one promised this path would be easy. But I was ready to face every ghost, every threat, for the chance to change my fate.
This time, I would fight for more than survival—I would fight for salvation.