Villains aren't born, they're made.

Witt was an ordinary NPC. As a kobold skald, he sang songs to empower heroes before they entered the local dungeons. Every day was a fresh start, and Witt woke with no memory of the previous day. No memory of the countless beatings and deaths he took at the hands of the murder hobos he valiantly buffed.

But when Witt wakes up one day and all of those memories come flooding back, he only wants one thing.

Revenge.

[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]

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