I'm sorry. But it's not my fault I saw the world for what it really is.

In this world, everything is ruled by power.
Kings speak, and the world obeys.
Nobles bathe in gold and blood,
While common folk bend beneath the plow,
Warming frail bodies by dying embers,
Fighting every day for crumbs, for survival, for silence.

But why?
To continue this endless cycle of fear, pain, and obedience?
The people endure.
The people remain silent.
Because they're afraid.
Because they hope, foolishly, that perhaps tomorrow will be kinder.
Because, every night, they look to the sky and ask:

— How are we supposed to live like this?
But no answer ever comes.
Until one day, one girl decided:
I will become the answer.

Her name was Elison.
A child of the mud, but not of ignorance.
She witnessed something no child ever should.
Truth that strips the skin from illusions.
Horror that festers behind the banners of nobility.

The day a monster came to her village, everything changed.
A creature of the woods — born of magic, maybe, or ancient rot — it didn't matter.
There were screams, panic, desperate pleas.
And the heroes arrived — tall, armored, glowing.

But they didn’t save her father.
They watched as the monster tore him apart.
They let it happen.

And then, one of them — a knight she once believed to be noble —
walked into their home.
And did to her mother what even death could not erase.

He left, unpunished. Untouched.
Because he was a hero.
And heroes can do anything.

That day, something inside Elison broke.
And from the wreckage rose a fire — cold, slow, patient.

If heroes are monsters, then perhaps a monster is what this world needs.

She vowed to become what she was taught to fear.
But not to destroy.
To balance.
To repay.

She doesn't see herself as a hero.
She doesn't seek glory.
She doesn't want praise.
She wants retribution.

She knows vengeance won't cleanse her.
She knows her path is soaked in blood.
But what purity remains in a world already rotting?

Then came the turning point
The day she smiled — truly smiled — for the first time.

Now, she had power.
Now, she had purpose.
And now, she had a single dream:
To give this world what it truly deserves.