I sat before the guy named angel coursing through all my memories.
I was born in a family of wealth that doesn't stoop to only money but also their care for me. My parent's memories are the only happy moments I had in my life that made me want to live and avenge, until the day I met her.
That's what my old self is saying me, even as I can't figure out what those memories are.
But he showed me the guilt he has to carry all the years of his life to kill people. Even as he knew killing can't be justified, he had no choice but to live for it.
Revenge
The purpose of his life.
He showed me, our D-day. The day he massacred all the head members of the Evil Cult that killed our parents for whatever reason he couldn't find till the end.
That was a ceremony for the Cult so that people of the cult from all over the world came for the grand welcoming to their said God Alkov.