A Wilted Rose

After my rebirth, I decided to draw a hard line between myself and the heir of the Mafia Family, Carlo Gutierrez.

He had his golden retriever take my seat and told everyone I wasn't even fit to touch dog food at his party. After that, I never sat at the main table again.

He complained that my voice was giving him a headache and got in the way of his business, so I muted myself in front of him.

He sneered that I reeked, so I packed up and went back to my rundown apartment in the slums, never setting foot on his territory again.