I am a girl holding a massive cursed blade. Originally human, but for some reason became one with the demon sword. Usually, I am a bit melancholic, and I don't like to speak with others. But during battle I become someone else, cruel and bloodthirsty. No one can avoid my sword, many died under it, and once I'm calm, I become wracked by guilt for the pain I've caused. Sometimes "might" is not a good thing, you must also have the ability to withstand and control this "might."