In a world where curses are stronger than prayers and fate binds even the unwilling, there lived a witch whose childhood was stolen by cruelty and superstition. From the moment she was marked by ancient magic, her life was no longer her own. Her curse was merciless: every wound, every ache, every suffering of the nearest human would become her torment. Blood spilled on another’s skin would echo across her own body. Grief in another’s heart would drown her soul in despair. She was forced to carry the agony of others, chained to humanity’s pain though she had long been rejected by it.