I woke up in a prison cell, my head pounding and my memories a mist. I couldn't remember a damn thing— how I got there, and certainly not the faces of the guards who sneered as they passed. All I knew was what they told me: that I had wiped out my own village. Ruthlessly. Alone.
None of it made sense. If I was capable of such a massacre, why couldn’t I remember?
Every night, I stared at the cracked ceiling, trying to piece together a past that felt like it belonged to someone else. The guards whispered about me. "Monster," they called me. And yet, a small voice in the back of my mind kept screaming—This isn't right. This isn't who I am.
Writing quality: 5 stars so far. Stability of updates: very stable. Story development: Good. Character design: Quite good. World background: It's a fanfic so you have to know the world background yourself. But the world background is also good