Chapter 2

My last memory of my previous life.

It was the agonizing, near-death pain of sulfuric acid splashing into my eyes.

Through the blurring vision and immense agony, I found Lily Adams, who was shielded behind my brother.

Then I grabbed a cake knife, charged at her, and plunged it into her chest.

“Let’s go to hell together!”

…

When I reopened my eyes.

The remarkably clear sight before me made me freeze for two seconds.

Until I saw a much younger Lily Adams not far away.

She was wearing a faded school uniform, turning on a faucet and pouring water over her head.

As she poured, she smiled and asked me, “Who do you think they’ll believe, me or you?”

It clicked instantly.

So, it was this day.

The beginning of when I was labeled her bully in my previous life.

Seeing me standing frozen, Lily’s smile deepened:

“Have you thought about how you’re going to apologize to me, Miss Fancy Pants?—Ah!”

All the old and new hatred surged through me.

I charged forward, grabbed her hair, and dragged her into the restroom.

Amidst her sudden, shrill scream, I shoved her entire face into the toilet bowl.

“Just pouring some cold water on your head, and you think you can frame me? Here, let me personally teach you what real bullying is.”

Lily thrashed wildly, her arms pumping like pistons, but she couldn’t break free from my grip.

She could only keep her face buried in the murky water, her mouth making muffled sounds:

“Scarlett Hayes, let me go… *gurgle*… *retch*—”

I laughed maniacally, head thrown back:

“Your mouth’s so dirty! Remember to wash it clean before you go tattling later!”

Whether this was a trip back in time or a post-death hallucination.

It didn’t matter.

I had utterly lost it.