"Just now, I killed my sister with my own hands."
There is no light here.
A woman kneels in a pool of blood.
Suddenly, she rises.
The droplets of blood in the pool slowly lift with her, gathering into hundreds of crows.
She turns to face me and walks towards me, with the crows sweeping in her wake.
They envelop my body, tearing at my skin, my flesh.
I'm covered in blood.
I roll on the ground in agony, screaming; my entire body feels engulfed in flames, the pain unbearable.
Until the most fragile part of my face, my lips, is bitten off, and I manage to force out a single word:
"Help..."
Help me-
* * *
"Ugh... cough... why... does it hurt... so much..."
I open my mouth, a hoarse, raspy voice escaping intermittently.
From the window to my left, I can hear birds chirping brightly, their song far clearer and more pleasant than my own voice.
I squint slightly; my vision is blurry, and the faint sunlight feels piercing.
I try moving my hands first, touching the soft mattress and the blanket that covers me from head to toe.
It seems I'm lying in bed, and it feels like I've been asleep for a long time.
Every slight movement sends a wave of soreness through my body, as if the gears inside me have rusted from long disuse.
Forcing those gears to turn again produces a grinding sound, the same sound my bones are making now.
It seems my body still needs time to adjust, so I abandon the struggle to get up and instead prop up the pillow to lean against the headboard, sitting in bed.
Setting aside the pain in my body for a moment...
"Where am I now?"
This doesn't look like my room.
My room?
...For some reason, I can't remember what my room looks like!
There's no image in my mind, but I instinctively feel that this isn't my room.
Everything around me feels unfamiliar. I rub my eyes and my gaze is immediately drawn to the intricate gold carvings on the high ceiling.
The centerpiece of the carving is a grand object, a golden scale.
The "Golden Scales" have no pans; on the left hangs a luxurious shield, with a majestic black dragon spreading its wings on the shield face, detailed and imposing; on the right hangs a long sword, its blade like a golden serpent, slightly twisted, covered with diamond-shaped patterns resembling scales.
As I'm mesmerized by this magnificent carving, I hear the sound of the door opening to my right.
"You're finally awake!"
A girl carrying a basket of flowers opens the door and excitedly rushes to the bedside to look at me.
"May I ask who you are...?" I inquire.
The girl's eyes widen-
Before I can finish, the basket of flowers falls from her hands, and she throws herself onto my weary legs.
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《The Role-Playing Game of a Background Hero》
FantasyThis is a role-playing game where you could face Game Over at any moment. If you could choose your character again, who would you be? When the "Golden Scales" floating in the air tip, it signifies that the "world is about to lose its balance." This...
