"Ah—you, who are you?"
I spat out a big mouthful of smoke and looked at her. "I'm her. Who else could it be?"
"You, you... how did you end up like this?"
"What do I look like?"
"Look at it yourself." As she spoke, she took out a mirror and placed it in front of me.
In the mirror, a face that was even uglier than King Rakshasa's face appeared in the mirror. It was dark and black, and the skin was burned. Some parts of the face even showed the white teeth bone.
"Who is he?" I cried out loudly.
"You... you, you, you."
With a "boom", I completely fainted to the ground. This time, I really fainted.
...
Slowly, I woke up from my coma. Before I opened my eyes, I heard earth-shattering shouts, cheers, and shocking national songs.
What are they doing?
I opened my eyes. Outside the windo
