Karna suddenly felt something in his hands, when he looked down... He saw that he was now holding a sharp knife.

The scenery suddenly changed to Karna's past life memories. His whole life started flashing before his eyes.

He saw how he lived in the absolute filth of the slums. The rundown and broken small hut were full of holes. Not one night could he sleep peacefully. In the winter, he would shiver with cold, and in the rain, the small hut would be filled with water.

He saw before his eyes when he had to beg in the nearby market to earn some food that wasn't even edible, he would have to make do with people's leftover food when he didn't get any money. But most of the time he would starve for days before having a decent meal.

He also saw when the local hooligans treated him like trash, they beat him senselessly and treated him like some kind of toy for their amusement.

All of this was extremely hard for him to see, his eyes became red and the hand in which he was holding the kn