Lord Mori was a man shrouded in mystery & solitude. His once vibrant life had been consumed by a dreadful curse, bestowed upon him by Death, one of the 4 Horsemen gods of the Apoclypse

The curse, a chilling decree, forbade him from touching another living soul for doing so would bring about their untimely demise

The origins of this curse were shrouded in the mists of time, a tale whispered in hushed tones among the servants & villagers. Some spoke of a forbidden love, a transgression that had angered the gods. Others whispered of a dark pact, a bargain made with the forces of darkness. Regardless of the truth, the curse had cast a long, cold shadow over Mori's life

Over the years, he had learned to live with his isolation, his heart hardened by the loneliness that had become his constant companion. But deep down, a longing for human connection remained, a flicker of hope that defied the despair that had consumed him