Prologue

I remember when the world used to be so bright. People would revolve around me all day long. And then suddenly, this world of mine turned pitch black. I went from the center of attention, to the pushover whose life I wrecked up when I was my original self. I just wanna give up.

Why did this even happen? I didn't want a second chance. I just wanted death.

They just saw me as a punk. The bright face I put up wasn't the face I thought I needed. I was eaten up from inside. I think the problem was my father. He should've died instead. Maybe if he had never existed after I was born, I would never be in this body. I would have had a better life.

I remember now. I asked for this. I wanted this. A new body. A new face. A new persona.

A new life.