REBORN
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I've lost every single thing precious to me on that day. My family, my friends, my hometown, my dignity. That day, our nation was tormented and used for fun and games, humiliated beneath those wretched vampires, and murdered so brutally that nothing in my mind could take that image away from me. I became the last human standing and nothing but my rage blinded me and tainted my hands with the blood of their Queen and King. Then I was found by the Prime nation, a nation dedicated to saving the human face from all the other nations that were trying to kill us off.
And from that day forward, I lived to take my revenge on these inhumane nations. And I, Melody Manson, was reborn into Scarlett, an assassin.
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