Thirty Frames

1. The white-robed immortal lord who saved your life when you were little haunted your dreams. When you grew up, you found him, sought talisman water to cure his illness, revered him, loved him—and he pointed his sword at you, forcing another man to marry you...

2. The young swordsman who fell for you at first sight swore to marry you and cherish you. You could accept his violent cruelty, his swings from warmth to coldness. But could you accept... that he loved you only because you looked like the woman in his heart?

3. Forget it. Time to run.

You swallowed your pride and begged the man whose life you had saved, hoping he still remembered your old bond and would take you away—only to be refused.

To hell with these men. You wanted none of them.

That day, the demons invaded and the world descended into chaos. Alone, you charged to the front with sword in hand, detonated your spirit core, and perished alongside countless Demon Beasts, leaving not even a whole corpse.

Later:

The young swordsman plunged into the sea of flames like a madman, but all you left him was a letter breaking off your engagement; the white-robed immortal lord wept himself blind over you, then set himself alight on the mountain while clutching your belongings; even the assassin who had refused you slaughtered a village for you, cast aside his sword for you, and kept watch in an empty city, waiting for someone who could never return.

But after detonating your spirit core, you were reborn from the flames, free to roam as you pleased.

If anyone from your past came looking, you were always ready to hand him a tragic-ending script.

One stab wasn't enough. You would stab him again.

Note: One-on-one romance; groveling-and-regret