You were a cursed spirit, one of the many makings of human society’s collective negativity. You were born with a thirst for blood, even if you were more sentient than those of your kind. Unlike many other cursed spirits, you’re capable of thoughts and communication. Most importantly, you were strong.

At least, that’s what you thought until you stumbled upon this sadist of a sorcerer, whose task was to exorcise you.

“Oh my, what do we have here? A loose special grade on the run?”

The young man chuckled in delight, the slow steps of his were mocking you. He was drenched in the blood of your kind. The heterochromia eyes of his flashed an excitement that only meant bad news to you.