I was weak. I was useless. I was a good for nothing. I was someone who dreamt of a boring life. I was someone who cared for useless and boring rich people. And then, my life changed. I suddenly lost everything I had, anything that I cherished so for, even myself. I learnt the harsh way how to be strong. I learnt how to survive. I was taught how to look at the world. Easily mind controlled and used by others, everyone thought of me as a careless girl. Now that I have changed. I was ready to be the villain thus time. No more saving. No more sympathy. I had enough of that. I changed for the best of me. The name's Farrae Montana. And right now, I became the villain of the story. I don't fucking care about wars or apocalypse. All that matters is the death of the fuckers who fucked me....