A long time passed after I managed to calm myself.
The sleepiness that had been weighing down on me like a rock disappeared too now that I was calm once more.
I had realized once again that at any moment. I could be eaten.
It was a strange feeling that I wanted to have revenge. I never expected myself to be someone who wanted revenge.
I was someone who had no name, no identity. But that kind of useless worthless life was almost about to be destroyed.
It was like a burning desire within me was tempting me. Trying to get me addicted to what I had enjoyed so much that I could still feel it even though I was just a fragment of something else.
But I was going to bite.
I felt like I wanted to punch the face of that bastard that almost killed me. I wanted to try.
This thing called revenge. I wanted to try it.
But I wasn't just going to charge in. That was like announcing that I wanted to die.
Since I was here, I needed a plan.
