"You are Ashe Heath, and nothing more."

Why does that name suddenly feel like an insult? Seriously, how is that even possible? Is everything about me supposed to revolve around this name? Does the universe really think it's funny to turn my identity into some kind of joke?

Ashe lay bound on the ground, filthy and bruised from head to toe. Pain surged across his back in relentless waves, forcing helpless whimpers from his throat. He lacked the strength to argue with Everlasting Doom.

Harvey spoke with sympathy, "So when you said you were wronged before, it was all true. I thought you were joking. Back then, I even thought the leader of the Four Pillars Cult was pretty witty."

Iger added coldly, "I think you're...