"How in the world did I end up like this…?"
If I think about how my life turned out this way, it all began with that accident.
That day, my parents and I were driving to my father's village to meet my grandparents. We were laughing, talking about my future—what path I should choose, what I wanted to become.
Then, out of nowhere, a rock struck the windshield. My father swerved, braking hard. Fear gripped me. I turned to my parents, asking if they were alright—then suddenly everything went blank.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed. Pain throbbed through my whole body, so sharp it nearly made me faint. I tried to move—but nothing responded. Panic seized me as I looked down…
My legs were gone.
Terror and despair swallowed me whole. My hands trembled, clawing at the empty sheets, as if searching for what was no longer there.
The door burst open. My grandparents rushed inside. The moment they saw me awake, they froze—then hurried to my side, hugging me as tears poured down their faces.
"Grandpa… Grandma…" My voice cracked. "…what about Mom and Dad? Are they okay?"
Their faces collapsed. My grandmother's hands shook as she gripped mine. My grandfather's voice trembled as he explained—the landslide, the crash, how my parents' car had been crushed. They hadn't survived.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.
"No… no, that's not true… tell me it's not true!" I screamed, but there was no denying it.
That day, despair hit me harder than any pain in my body. I cried until my chest ached, until my voice was gone. My parents… my future… everything I loved had been torn away.
Life after that was cruel. My grandparents did everything they could, sacrificing themselves to keep me alive, to give me a reason to live.
But fate was merciless.
One night, Grandpa clutched his chest and collapsed, gasping for air. I tried to move, to wheel myself to him, but my body betrayed me. I dragged myself across the floor until my hands bled, screaming his name, but I was powerless.
By the time help came, it was too late. Grandpa was gone.
That night carved another wound into my soul. And yet—it was Henry who appeared, the strong neighbor who rushed to us after hearing my cries. Later, when Grandma collapsed from the strain of caring for me alone, Henry was the one who carried her to the hospital, saving her life. From then on, he was always there—helping with groceries, fixing things, supporting my grandmother when I couldn't.
To me, Henry was family. To my grandmother, he was like another son. I truly believed that.
Until that night.
The night the robber broke in.
I was tied to a chair, struggling until my wrists tore open, but the ropes held. I could only watch as Grandma, frail yet brave, grabbed a kitchen knife to protect me.
"Stay away from my grandson!" she cried.
"Grandma, don't!" I screamed, fighting the restraints with everything I had.
The robber turned, startled, and lashed out. The knife buried into her chest. Blood sprayed.
"NOOO!!" I roared as Grandma fell. With fading strength, she clawed at the robber's mask, tearing it off.
The world stopped.
"…Henry?" My voice broke.
It was him. The man we trusted. The man who had saved Grandma's life. The man who had been family to us.
Grandma, choking on her last breath, clutched at his leg, whispering, "Please… don't hurt my grandson…" before going limp forever.
My heart shattered. Everything inside me snapped.
"WHY, HENRY?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!" I screamed, my voice shaking with rage and grief.
Henry staggered, his face pale, his hands trembling. "This… this wasn't supposed to happen! She rushed at me… I didn't mean it!" He shook his head like a child denying reality. "I had no choice—I'm drowning in debts, people will kill me if I don't pay! You don't understand—I never wanted this!"
"Coward!!" I spat, tears blurring my vision. "You were family! And you killed her for money?!"
Henry's face twisted with guilt and fear. Grabbing the bags of cash, he turned to run. But as my fury boiled over, I screamed, "I'll kill you, Henry! I'll never forgive you!"
He froze. His eyes darted to me—then to the knife still in his hand.
"I'm sorry…" His voice shook. "…but you've seen everything. You'll never let me go. You left me no choice!"
Pain exploded in my chest as the blade pierced me. I gasped, choking on blood as my vision dimmed.
Henry stared, horrified at what he'd done. "No… this isn't how it should be… it wasn't supposed to be like this…" And then—like the coward he truly was—he ran, disappearing into the night with everything.
As warmth drained from me, I lay in the spreading pool of blood.
"Why…?" I sobbed, not from the wound, but from the truth. "Why did this happen to me? Why did you take my parents, God? Why did you take Grandpa, Grandma… why am I punished like this?!"
Rage boiled up in me, hotter than the pain, hotter than the blood spilling out of my body.
"I hate you, Henry! I hate this world! I hate God for letting this happen! Why am I the one who's punished like this?! WHY?!"
And then—silence.
A voice echoed from the darkness, cold and hollow:
"…Tell me, human… who do you hate the most? The one you thought was family and betrayed you? Or your destiny? Or the God who gave you this life? Answer me."
Confusion clawed at me as the shadows seemed to twist around my own thoughts. My voice, raw and trembling, roared into the void:
"I… I hate them all! Henry… that f##king bastard! I hate this cruel destiny! I hate God for letting it happen! I hate everything that led me to this life! I hate it all!"
The darkness laughed, low and endless, reverberating through my bones.
"…Ok. I see your hatred… your despair… your fury. Very well. I will give you a second chance. Enter another world. Live again, but this time… let your rage guide you. Show me everything you are capable of."
The blackness twisted and folded around me, a storm of sensation. My body burned, my mind screamed, yet I felt the weight of all my memories—every betrayal, every loss, every pain—sharpen me.
Light tore through the darkness. My body was whole again, alive, and my mind carried every shred of despair, betrayal, and rage.
I opened my eyes. The sky was unfamiliar, the air sharp and alive. Confusion lingered, but every instinct in me screamed—power, vengeance, determination.
The darkness had given me a second chance.
And this time…
I will show you my fury.