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"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you."

Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister.

"Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me.

And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath."

Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life.

"Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..."

My throat tightened. "If I fail?"

The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm."

What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

365-Days Burning Vengeance

A horrified scream tore from my throat as I stared at my reflection.

My usually flawless, glowing skin, the skin I prided myself on was covered in deep purple bruises and swollen red marks.

One of my eyes was puffed up, the skin around it darkened, and a long, thin scratch ran down the side of my cheek.

I looked like I had been in a brutal fight.

"W-What happened to my face?!" I shrieked, my fingers trembling as they hovered over the bruises.

My breath came in shallow gasps, panic clawing at my throat.

"No…no, this isn't happening," I whispered, my voice shaking.

"Oh, but it is," Morana said sweetly, her voice mocking.

I whipped my head towards her, my vision blurring with rage.

"YOU DID THIS!" I accused, my voice cracking.

Morana Can Step In On Your Behalf