A fractured light behind a stitched smile, Curse wears trauma like armor, dark eyes leaking tar, bandages clinging to old wounds, and a soft voice drowning in guilt. His curse bends fate through fragile empathy: he inflicts unbearable pain, yet remains kind to strangers, and to the few friends he has left, mostly EXEs who accept him. Haunted by kindness, he suspects it is always false. However... It's always good to look at the bright side of things, right?