After losing everything, she eventually saw her lone sister being forced to perish in the flames by the executioners. She cried and prayed to the gods, asking them to hear the cries of the suffering. Upon opening her eyes again, she was no longer the innocent and kind, unnoticed daughter of the family she once was. Half-wolf, half-human bloodline? So what? Seen as an outcast by the family? So what? Misunderstood by everyone? So what? No matter if it's her own brother or a former best friend, she is determined to make them pay. A blood-related brother? No problem, she'll drag him down into the forbidden abyss with her. She put on a mask from that day forward, mastering the art of disguise, playing with men’s hearts with a smile. Love? Friendship? They were just tools for her revenge. Anyone who stood in her way would be taken down, one by one. The gods warned her not to be blinded by revenge, for she would lose the ones she loved the most. She gave a seductive smile, indifferent. Revenge was her purpose, and as long as her sisters were by her side, nothing else mattered. So, she meticulously planned each step, weaving a web of vengeance for those who wronged her in her past life. Of course, she made sure they knew she approached them for revenge—that was the ultimate pleasure. But after succeeding, she wasn’t as happy as she thought she would be. She kept asking herself, why was that?