During my edgy emo teenage years, I wrote a novel about Reina, the only daughter of the Duke of Solei, who wears an eye patch in one eye and a black dye dragon on her left arm. The ultimate moody emo villainess with skull decorations and black roses on everything she owns... The ultimate symbol of my dark and moody past - and now I am suddenly her?!
To make matters worse, even the overpowered minion characters who I made swear their allegiance to me have now started running wild... to the point that I'm the one who feels like begging on my knees.
This is enough! Just, why is everything so embaressingly overdramatic? It's time to clean up my dark past!