Once upon a time, Reiner was just an ordinary man.

Not a saint, but not a monster either.

He worked in an old, rundown workshop on the edge of town—living a simple life, quiet, keeping to himself, focused on making a living.

But life? Hell doesn't always knock... sometimes it kicks the door down without warning.

Everything changed... because of one night.

That night, Reiner was framed—people around him blamed him for the fire that destroyed half the district.

But the truth? He was innocent.

The people? They didn’t care about the truth.

They wanted justice... or more precisely... they wanted a scapegoat to burn.

They dragged him—beat him—shoved him into an old warehouse... locked the doors... drenched the place with gasoline...

And without mercy... they set him on fire.

His skin melted.

His lungs filled with choking smoke.

His screams—swallowed by the roar of flames peeling his flesh apart.

But the worst part? Wasn’t the fire.

The worst part... was seeing the familiar faces... people he once knew... standing there... watching him burn... smiling with satisfaction.

Everyone believed he died that night.

But fate had other plans.

He survived.

His body ruined, his face charred beyond recognition, his skin scarred black like burnt wood... but his soul? Already dead.

What remained was only hatred... trauma... and an insatiable hunger for revenge.

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From that night on... Reiner changed.

He vanished for months—wrapping his ruined body in dirty, blood-soaked bandages. His face unrecognizable...

His heart? Completely gone.

Then... he returned to the city.

One by one... the people who burned him... disappeared.

Gone... without a trace.

The rumors started... they called him The Burnt Butcher — the charred executioner — a ghost reborn from the ashes, sent to punish the living.

But vengeance... is like fire.

The longer it burns... the harder it is to control.

At first, Reiner only hunted those who wronged him.

But over time... he stopped caring.

Anyone he deemed "dirty," cowardly, or weak... became prey.

Because to him... everyone...

Sooner or later...

Reeks of smoke and fear too.