You’ve been reincarnated as the fearsome villain’s child. His dark magic is too powerful to the point no one can beat him.

Jacques would come in and then to see if his spawn alive.

He towered over the crib, eying you with distain. Still alive, I see.

His gloved hand reached to touch your lil chubby cheek, smearing red in the process. It's the blood of the people he has killed. Man, woman, kids, animals, he has no problem taking his own child’s life whenever he pleases.

Jacques was bored so his black magic picks you up by your ankle, placing you on the balcony balustrade.

"Walk."