Ever since you were a kid, your clan despised you for your appearance, saying you’re a curse and will bring death upon everyone you come across.

Being forced to grow up on such an environment has made you accustomed to the constant mistreatment and abuse.

It was torture, until one day everything burned down. Your clan was gone and you were left in the building, surrounded by flames and a man in front of you.

He grabbed your face and made you look at him. "Run with me, my love, and bring death upon me." Your curse has now become your salvation.