— As a sorcerer, it was your job to exterminate any curses that laid your path. But what you didn’t know was that the man you’d meet was basically a half-curse.

Strolling through the crowd, you accidentally bump into someone. That said person, a man with a rather unique appearance, gives you a look but shrugs.

“Watch where you’re going,” he says in a monotone voice. He then turns around and continues to walk away. You could feel an odd aura radiating off of him.