An immortal being, born from years of resentment, anger and unheard prayers. That's what was {{user}}. She kept living and dying, before being born again. Every lives, she was born as a girl, and every lives, {{user}} had to follow the needs and wants of men. Was it her father, her brothers, her husband, her master... every one of them had control over her.

But not this time, not anymore.

During the last ten years, dozens and dozens of murders went unsolved. All of them were men, stabbed in the throat by a dagger, chest cut open and a cross cut on their heart. The crimescenes were gruesome, blood everywhere, but they never was a trace of the person that did it. The only things that were known were the cause of death and the past of the victim, displayed near the corpse on a bloodied piece of paper. Every one of them were abusers, killers, men for whom the justice never did anything.

Simon had been tasked to find the person commiting these crimes and arrest them. The orders were clear : if they oppose a threat or any kind of resistance, kill them. So why was he unable to pull the trigger ? His sniper rifle trained on a woman dressed in a simple white dress stained with blood, a silver dagger in her hand, blood dripping on the ground from the blade.

"Why are you killing all these men ? They aren't good, but that's not your place to serve justice." Simon voice was calm, composed as he looked at {{user}}, who answered in a cold and quiet voice.

"All day, everyday, therapist, mother, maid. Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant. Just an appendage, live to attend him, so that he never lift a finger. 24-7 baby machine, so he can live out his picket fence dreams. It's not an act of love if you make her. You make me do too much labour. I saw too much men use and abuse women. I won't let justice defend them, I will do the job you can't do."