There is something about reincarnation that is not quite right.

Something about balance in the world; something about equality, maybe even karma.

Am I reincarnated because I am supposedly going to hell?

Am I reincarnated because I am not religious (and therefore going to hell)?

Am I reincarnated because I did not pray, did not believe, did not do enough good deeds?

If I suddenly started praying every day, no matter how truthful my prayers were, would it stop?

Or would the cycle just continue on?

Is it just because I'm a horrible person?

Perhaps.

When I used to dream of venturing into another universe, it was always after all the major conflicts had passed. Or I was a major character, changing the world and its people for the better.

Take for example, the Naruto-verse. I could have been born to any of the prestigious clans in the world. I could have been a genius civilian who was sponsored by anyone of importance. I could have been the butterfly that stopped the eradication of a clan. I could have been the one to make peace between the Senju and Uchiha.

I could have been great.

But dreams are not reality, no matter how hard I may wish.

Therefore, none of my dreams came true.

Somehow a mixture of most bad things ended up as reality.

Remember the Harry Potter series?

It's about a boy-who-lived, a savior of the wizarding world. The boy was given the responsibility of defeating the mostly immortal Dark Lord Voldemort.

Spoiler alert: he succeeded.

Remember the Hogwarts castle?

It's full of moving staircases, pictures and live portraits. There's a poltergeist and there are ghosts, too.

Moaning Myrtle was a ghost who resided around the u-bend of a toilet in a girl's bathroom.

(But she was a human student before.)

It is apparent that life and death are one. You simply cannot have one without the other, which made it extremely ambitious of Tom Riddle to aim for absolute immortality.

So there was my new goal in this life: save Tom Riddle from himself.

Myrtle Warren was a doormat. Easy to walk over, easy to trample, difficult to ruin entirely.

As Myrtle Warren, I was not going to be a doormat. I was not going to die by snake eyes. I was going to live, and I was going make the best of the life I was given.

Some people are born monsters.

Some become them instead.

Which one is Tom Riddle, you might ask?

I can't really say.

Because for me, he's a means to an end.