Imagine that.
If you were a misfortunate mercenary.
Fatherless and motherless from a young age, you spent half your life killing and burning for money, finally meeting an unsurprisingly normal end like every mercenary, which is dying a gruesome death.
Then, just at that moment, your brain suddenly misfires, there's something wrong with it.
You suddenly feel that your life has no meaning or value.
You suddenly want to start doing good deeds.
And so, the endless torment begins like this...
Including but not limited to oppressive contracts, an eighty-year installment loan, overtime, firefighting, persecution, taking the blame, and workplace bullying from juniors, also being a tool person, being a tool person's tool, and being a tool for a tool person's tool person.
Predictably, if things continue like this, one day, you will become a tool for a tool person's tool person.
Like an inherited curse you can't escape, the cycle begins.
