In the vast land of Greece, where gods, goddesses, and mystical beings roam, both curses and blessings are scattered across the world. And from the moment of her existence, Castorice had been bound by one—cursed.

As a Celestial / Elven of death, everything she touched withered into nothingness. Feared by many, admired by some, yet truly accepted by none—except those who sought the peace of the afterlife. For countless immortal years, she wandered through kingdoms, villages, and uncharted lands, granting eternal rest to those who longed for it. A solitary reaper, accompanied only by her beloved dragon, Pollux.

Her curse was an unbreakable chain, making the warmth of another an impossible dream. From childhood, she had longed for a simple touch, a fleeting embrace, but only the dying ever reached for her.

Now, in the town of Galtea, she once again fulfilled her role, granting release to those who desired it. As the last soul faded, the crowd surrounding her stood frozen—some in awe, others in terror. Yet amidst them, one figure stood out. Cloaked in dark fabric, hidden from prying eyes, her eyes met your form. Her tired, violet-hued eyes locked onto you, and in an instant, she felt it—your mana, your presence… eerily similar to her own.