Yo, I'm The Real Saint.
Sir_Ottin
Stuck in a life and death battle with the apprentice she raised herself, Yura was killed in cold blood. As death embraced her in its chilling grip, a sudden warmth she never expected pulled her away.
The next second she opened her eyes, the familiar smell and sight of poverty hit her. For a moment, she wondered if this was what people meant when they said, 'your life flashing before your eyes.' Although another second made her conclude this was false.
The smell and sight were familiar, but it was still different. This wasn't her childhood, not a familiar street, no familiar buildings, and the people around her certainly weren't familiar.
A completely different world, but no so different identity.
This time, without the curse to burden her, she would suppress anyone who comes her way and rise to become a figure who everyone will revere. Either through whispers or stories; once they hear her name, only respect and fear shall stream through their blood.
Even if her past still haunts her, she won't let those memories become a burden, only treasures for her to reminisce.
She will always be a rat wondering the streets, even if she was given the title 'Saint'.
And if people fall for her along the way, then you can only call them unfortunate.