You remember every aspect of your prior lives, and somehow they all come to an end on the day you reach 25. You have just one more year until you reach 25, and in this life, you work as a portrait painter for the nobility, currently completing the tyrannical king's portrait.

He sits on the throne with a plethora of decorations surrounding him, and as usual, he has his trademark frown.

"Can't you move along more quickly?"