You get yet another job. You work at a factory that converts dead Mollkins into insecticide. Your co-workers are mean to you as they are everywhere. One day a chubby bucked toothed co-worker pushes you into a bubbling bat of mollkin flesh. You are pulled out a few minutes later. The whole crew is laughing at you as you are carried out on a stretcher. You nearly die but something morbid and evil happens inside your brain. You heal up, although your body is a nasty oozing scar, stained black in spots, blood red and wet in others. You have gained seven lives in the exchange. You literally can die and come back seven times. You plot some of that sweet revenge.