
by JotaG
I, Íris Belmonte, was guillotined, killed. Or at least I was supposed to be dead but for some reason, I went back in time, to right before my 17th birthday, before the revolution that hunted me, captured me, imprisoned me, and finally killed me. Knowing this, I will change everything. The revolution will still happen, but this time I won’t be the one being hunted. I will be the one hunting! I will stand with the slaves who fought for the revolution only to be betrayed by it. I will fight for the landless peasants. I will fight for the industrialists who wanted a future beyond the coffee harvest. I will fight for the soldiers who died in vain. I will do all of this purely out of revenge, to kill those who betrayed me and had me killed: the landowners who fawned over me, the generals who hunted me, the nobles who turned their backs on me. And in the end, I will take revenge on my family, who abandoned me and fled. I will get my revenge on every single one of them!
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