My fate was that of a bait. It's what the captain dictated after she told me about the weird group that came after her.
"What sort of growth?" I had asked, acting ignorant of my choices and the bloodlust that I held before losing consciousness.
And it would seem, she also thought that I wouldn't remember it, as she had tried to overlook the matter and only explained that I shouldn't fight.
But should I tell her that it was already too late? There was a high chance that they were wishing me to awaken my memories from my last life.
One where I was the pet of a young boy, a young boy who was like my mother, my friend, and my enemy.
A young boy whom I had killed many times as a sort of revenge. And for some reason, the desire to kill him was a lot stronger in my head as well.
And yes, he was a young boy. He died in his youth, his ill mind locked forever in a certain mindset, incapable of growth. He only pursued one thing and one thing only.
