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Prologue
In a world obsessed with genetic perfection, I once believed every word they said. I underwent countless surgeries, altering my face and body. But no matter how much I transformed, my disdain for myself remained unchanged. I had foolishly signed a contract with the infamous Pavi Largo to feed my addiction. In exchange for free surgeries, I was bound to work in his sinister underground cabaret club, known as 'The Knife'. I had become addicted to the very drug and instrument that carved my body and face into the supposed 'epitome' of perfection.
I had attempted to escape once before, but the Repo Man always found me, dragging me back to the place I despised calling home. Trapped in this never-ending nightmare, I had sold my soul to vanity.
The thought of my past addiction sickened me. My face had remained untouched for over a month, but I knew it wouldn't last. Pavi would soon grow tired of me and force me to undergo another transformation. There was no way out of this mess. I had no choice but to plaster a smile on the lips the doctors had given me and pray that I wouldn't encounter the Repo Man again. This was no fairy tale, and I certainly wasn't a princess. No matter how desperately I wished for someone to save me, to set me free, I knew it would never happen. I was condemned to be stuck here for the rest of my life.