After My Sister's Death, I, a Debt Collector, Avenged Her

My sister was an angel sent from heaven, but I was the reincarnation of a debt collector.

At five, I bit a rabid dog to death in the village.

At seven, I burned down a neighbor's house.

At eight, I drowned a childhood friend.

The entire village feared and hated me, wanting to burn me alive to rid of the menace, but only my twin sister protected me, pleading on my behalf.

To quell the anger of the villagers, my parents sent me to a psychiatric hospital for ten years.

But on the day of my discharge, I learned that my sister had been humiliated by a school bully and had committed suicide.

Standing by my sister's cold corpse, my mother, with reddened eyes, said to me, "If you truly are a debt collector, then go and collect the debt for your sister!"