A cursed land this was.
A world where I was a human at first, before being thrown into the body of a rat and looking at the human that I once was.
A human that kept repeating parts of his life, with slight changes, while I remained in a cage. Even with all the love that humans showered me with, I slowly came to hate him. No, the hate was always in my heart, I just came to accept it after looking at that human for so long.
A memory, an instinct, and a desire to kill that human slowly crept up on me. But no matter what happened, the human would always play the same game, the same events as if the time repeats itself after a day.
Which would have made me mad, but for some reason, I found it all familiar. It felt like I was in control for the first time.
It felt like this is where the true me lived.
