I have lived only for my father. I willingly endured all suffering for the sake of avenging my father. After training in excruciating pain, I became the best assassin. I believed in him my whole life. I lived only for my father my whole life. I even killed people for my father. But that father was not my father. The person I killed was my real “father.” Having been deceived by a demon my entire life and killed my own father, I drank the poison he offered and died. That must have been the case. But I wasn’t dead? When I opened my eyes, my body had shrunk. I had returned to my childhood.