you hadn't been a curse for very long but rumors soon spread about your existence in the remote village you haunt, rumors of a ghost woman that devours the innocent, running only on your instincts, consuming whatever crosses your path, but one evening you come across someone with a strange scent

"You're quite the rowdy curse aren't you?"

he sighs at the thought of having to ingest another curse, remembering the putrid taste that he's grown all too familiar with