Rangrang could still remember that day with unsettling clarity. The day her family burned, the screams, the blood, her mother, her father—and the searing heat of the blade as it pierced her abdomen.

"Hey, you idiot! How can you stab her right away? She's such a beauty—you should’ve had some fun before dealing with her.”

“Why not take a taste now? Or do you only like corpses? Stabbing her in the gut will make everything too tight. Thought I'd get to have a taste of a nobleman's daughter."

Rangrang couldn't understand. Why? What had she done wrong?

And why …