In those days, he had been full of smug satisfaction, smiling with delight. But for Seraphina, there was one type of person she despised more than any other—an ungrateful betrayer. Whether in her past life or this one, he had never let her go. So why should she spare him now? "Kindness?" Seraphina's smile was laced with mockery. "I already gave you your chance." "When?" Elvis blurted, only to freeze as the memory struck him—her words from that birthday banquet not long ago. Finally, he understood the meaning behind what she had said back then. You only get one chance. One chance to live. His body trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to fight back, to flee from this lunatic's grasp. But in front of her, his strength was as pitiful as a child's. "In your next life," Seraphina said coldly, raising the dagger in her hand, "be a better person." Suddenly, Elvis swung his arm toward her, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Instinctively, Seraphina raised her arm to shield herself. In that brief moment, Elvis scrambled to his feet. Perhaps driven by the primal instinct to survive, his body surged with adrenaline as he fled in panic. Seraphina, however, remained composed. She dusted herself off and rose slowly, her demeanor unnervingly calm. Without rushing, she began to follow him, her steps deliberate and measured. Elvis ran blindly, driven by sheer terror. He didn't stop until he reached the end of the alley, only to find himself cornered by a tall, impenetrable wall. He spun around frantically, looking back at the darkened alley. Her slow, deliberate approach was like death itself closing in. Each measured step she took seemed to siphon a fragment of his life, one after another, drawing him closer to the edge."D-Don't come any closer!" Elvis' voice cracked with fear. "I'll kneel! I'll bow to you! Please, let me go. I'll never do anything like this again!" The girl in the shadows chuckled softly, the sound light and haunting, echoing through the deserted alley like a spectral melody. "You're insane," he choked out. "You're a devil." Elvis' cries grew louder, his voice rising in hysteria. But no one heard him. This was the abandoned outskirts of the city, a desolate area slated for demolition. No matter how loud he screamed, it was futile. He couldn't understand it. Seraphina had lived a fortunate life, becoming a wealthy heiress, so how had she turned into this? This version of Seraphina was completely beyond his imagination. In his mind, she had always been righteous and warm toward others. Even when dealing with enemies, she was ruthless but never lethal—at most, a beating to teach a lesson. He had mentally prepared himself for a thrashing but never thought she would actually try to kill him."You can't do this!" Elvis painted, desperately grasping for any reason to dissuade her. "You're a wealthy heiress; my life is worthless! If you kill me, you'll go to prison too!" The girl in the shadows remained silent, her face expressionless. "Be good. It won't hurt, I promise." She stepped closer and effortlessly hoisted his limp body. Her voice was so soft, it almost dropped with tenderness, yet her actions betrayed a chilling intent. Elvis struggled violently, his face twisted in terror. Seraphina's slender, pale fingers lightly grazed his trembling cheek. Her voice, still gentle, whispered, "Don't be afraid. It'll all be over soon." "Are you afraid of pain?" she asked, her tone tender and caring, as though she were comforting a frightened child. Elvis' mouth was muffled by her hand, and he could only let out muffled whimpers."Be good. It'll be over in no time. Just a quick cut, and the pain will vanish. Close your eyes and savor the feeling of the blade gliding across your skin," she murmured.