Have you ever wondered if you possess the ability to change the things you've already lived through?

To change the events you think about changing every day?

Those reckless things you did in an attempt to forget what was done in that period.

Surely, there can't be a way like that, enabling you to change your past, control your present, and plan not to repeat the same mistakes in your future.

Even though I know all of this, I've always wondered if I can change the past.

Some might think that even if I can't change the past, why don't I start improving my present and planning for my future?

This is where the difference between me and an average person comes in. I am a prisoner of the past, burdened by the weight of all the souls I've taken with my hands since I was 12 years old, having no control over my present, with my future planned out from the beginning of my maturity.

The beginning of my betrayals, my torment, my hatred for myself, and everyone by my side—the beginning of the shattering of my soul, the breaking of a child's spirit betrayed by the closest people to him, and stripped of everything he loves.

Like this...

Maybe, growing up as an eight-year-old child in a secret base and being shaped into the perfect killer by all available standards...

is not exactly humane work.

Yet, what's to be done? This is my fate, my miserable destiny that I never even believed in from the start, though I used to blame it for everything that happened to me since I first heard about it from my trainer's mouth when I was nine. From there, my soul began to break.

I remember my first day at the base—how much I cried, how much I screamed out my father's and mother's names, how much I pleaded to be returned to my family. For an entire year of harsh, grueling training, my requests remained the same and unchanged until the day of punishment arrived. And then my tongue was cut.

To this day, I still wish they had literally cut my tongue. Instead, they cut it emotionally, so I would stop making the same request over and over.

My family, or at least what I thought they were—the people I had been thinking of since I was brought to this prison called my training and rest place—were the ones who caused me to end up here.

They sold me to them. I remember how much I cried for myself, watching their laughter as they accepted the money and admitted that they never loved me or were my family to begin with. And this wasn't the first time I had been bought.

They themselves had bought me from the woman who gave birth to me the first time.

Their love for me was just deception, their laughter with me was fake. It was the first betrayal I faced in my life, and one of the worst betrayals anyone could face, especially at my age.

There, in my darkest days, when this child was drowning in the depths of his sorrow and misery as if in a sea of tar, light appeared at last—a light I wished would never disappear from before me.

My new roommate, just what I had hoped for.

She was the rope that lifted me from my despair. I think her name was Leah. We were forced to do everything together—eat, drink, bathe, sleep, even complete tasks—all of it, together.

Together.

We were even like a couple before being inducted into a secret assassination unit for the government, with my newly formed team. I was the leader, with Leah as my right hand. I put my life in her hands on every mission, and with my team of six people—three women and three men: James, Anya, Carl, Rebecca, Max, Jennifer, Leah, and me Rin.

My full name is Rinovich Alismon, a German name. Well, that was my name before my enemies changed it to "Angel of Blood," my title as an "angel" referring to the color of my pale skin, due to minimal sun exposure over five years, which never changed, and my second title being due to the blood found on my skin from the killing of my enemies. That's where my name came from.

For twenty years, we eight were a family to each other, until the second betrayal by the person closest to my heart—Leah, who pointed her weapon at my back, which I had trusted her with, and shot me with the same gun I had given her on her last birthday, with the rest of my team watching this with smiles on their happy faces.

And I see the woman I gave my heart to in the arms of another man, happy, laughing with him, exchanging kisses over my corpse.

They left me there under the falling rain, with their last words echoing in my mind.

I was nothing to them. I was merely something that brought them to the glory they attained. I was nothing more than a pawn in the game of the powerful. Orders came from the person I was willing to give my life for—my leader, and the woman I considered a mother.

In my moments, facing all the souls I've taken with my hands, I see my blood mingling with the falling water.

This is where I found myself wondering if I could change what I lived through to this day, to avoid living the same fate of...

all these betrayals.

There, where I see the light before my eyes, and I try to grasp

it, only for my hand to fall and my soul to rise from my body.

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I've been working on this story for a while because I wasn't satisfied with the first story and the amount of crap I put in there and I locked the chapters at chapter 20 I was a beginner and didn't read the rules I'm making up for that with this story

Don't get me wrong I love the first story it's always an unforgettable experience and I'm still working on its chapters