I was betrayed by the one I trusted most. My entire life, everything I believed in, was a lie. I lived for my father. Endured every pain for the sake of his revenge. After years of bone-breaking training, I became the perfect assassin. I believed in him my whole life. I lived only for him. I even killed people for him. And yet... he wasn’t my real father. The man I killed was. Deceived by a devil and manipulated into killing my real father, I drank the poison he offered me, and died. Or so I thought. But when I opened my eyes, my body was small again. I had returned to my childhood. I didn’t know why or how, but this was clearly a second chance granted by the heavens. A chance to punish the man who deceived me, used me, and discarded me once I had outlived my usefulness. I made up my mind. He’ll pay for what he did to me, with his life.