Return of the Rat

Before faking my death, I decided to take revenge on the arrogant rich kids at my private school.

I borrowed ten thousand dollars from each of them.

Seven years passed. Everything settled. They had all risen to the top, powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand.

Some even had fiancées now. They probably didn’t even remember who I was.

So I quietly returned to finish my final mission:

The cannon-fodder villainess’s regretful, bitter, shadowy gaze.

On the second day of following one of them, I was tied up on his bed.