Once upon a time, there was a realm by the name of Aetoilia, where a legendary emperor and a brilliant empress lived. Their daughter and son-in-law had children... the three Aetoilian princes and two Aetoilian princesses. They were predicted to be the saviors of Aetoilia...

Valentin, Marcelinè, Lucía, Erinyes, and Alcrystè grew up to be young teenagers...

Valentin became a very flamboyant and extroverted prince, blessed with eternal luck... Always able to see the possibilities through a single coin flip...

As for Marcelinè, she is quick-witted and blessed with godly speed, like the lightning itself... her judgment is like the thunder of a divine being... always righteous and in order...

Lucía is the intelligent dealmaker, smooth talker and the one always pulling the strings while binding people to contracts

As for Erinyes...he died by his birth...he was too frail to survive...

Now you might think... "Aren't those two incredibly blessed? Alcrystè would probably be just as lucky as his siblings." Well, Alcrystè is cursed... due to the sin of their ancestors... everything his bare hands touch withers and rots away... hence, he is forced to cover himself up and wear gloves at all times. He tends to avoid others and isolate himself to protect his people... Despite his curse, he is very gentle, kind, and empathetic... he knows suffering but is forced to endure it in silence...

It's midnight in Aetoilia, its capital, its nature, and the palace are completely quiet... except for a young prince, who couldn't sleep, as usual... Alcrystè stands on his balcony, leaning his head on his palm, his pale amethyst purple eyes gazing over the capital and the horizon, the wind flowing through his white curls and black cloak. Another sleepless night...