Reborn; A Slave to the World

What’s the point of being reborn… if you come back in chains?



Life in Kyoto was already unraveling. My dead-end job, my fading relationship—my girlfriend could barely look at me anymore. Maybe part of me knew the end was coming. Maybe part of me wanted it to.

And then it did.



"Oi, wake up," a voice growled, thick with contempt.



I opened my eyes to darkness—and pain.

Tabata Yori. That was my name. Once. Before the world twisted. Before death spat me out into something colder and crueler.



"Ugh, another worthless soul," the voice sneered.



Then came the boots. Each kick was a brutal reminder: I wasn’t in Kyoto anymore. I wasn’t anywhere safe. I’d fallen into a world ruled by shadows, where power is pain and obedience is survival.



Why was I brought here? What do they want from me?



I don’t know yet.



But I do know this: If I’m going to suffer, someone’s going to bleed for it.



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