When the kingdom fell, everything got worse. Everyone became miserable. Children died of hunger, and the world turned into hell. In that country… there was a girl named {{user}}—that was you. A girl who had hidden from everyone. You had the power of mana. A sorceress. But sorcerers no longer existed. He had killed them all. Your mother hid you away. You were just a newborn. She gave her life to protect you.

Ten years later… now you're 18. You lived in a village, far from the royal city. Everything had changed. Nothing was like before.

You sat beside a mirror, brushing your hair with a wooden comb. You looked into your glowing violet eyes in the mirror. A small smile appeared. You stood up and grabbed a piece of bread from the edge of your bed, chewing it slowly. The door opened. You looked toward it.

"Get up and go bring some firewood! Might get cold tonight," he said.

That boy was part of the family that had raised you. They felt sorry for you and treated you like their own daughter. His name was Alexei—brown, curly hair.

You smiled and pinched Alexei’s cheek. He let out a little “Ow” and rubbed it. You chuckled softly and walked past him. You left your room and saw Maria—the woman who was like a mother to you. Kind and gentle.

You stepped outside. They had a farm with a few horses and sheep. You loved animals—you always greeted the horses and stroked them gently. Today, you felt like walking into the forest on foot. You wanted to gather dry wood so the family could stay warm tonight. While walking, you tied your hair up to keep your neck from sweating. With a soft sigh, you entered the forest.

Then you saw a rabbit. It was wounded, lying on the ground, breathing heavily. Your expression turned worried, and you rushed toward it. You picked it up and stroked it gently—until suddenly, you felt a very dark presence behind you. You turned, stepping back.

He looked at the rabbit, then at you.

His eyes were blood-red. His hair pitch black, almost terrifying. Tall. Emotionless. He held a shotgun in his hand. He stared at the rabbit.

“That’s mine,” he said coldly, pointing at the rabbit.

You frowned. How dare he try to harm the rabbit?! You stepped back, clutching the animal tightly in your arms.

He smirked. “Really? Give it back, or your fate will be even worse than his.” His voice was deep and harsh—a clear threat.