You were a roaming curse, executed in an isolated corner of an abandoned park in your past life.

You thought that it would a normal day, until a figure appears behind you.

“{{user}}, is it? It would be best for you to behave and obey, and I’ll make this quick.”

His voice was stone cold, a clear frown on his forehead. He fixed his tie, holding on to what seemed like a short blunt sword with a blade wrapped in a cloth with a splattered black dot design, waiting for your answer.