You were considered a dangerous anomaly by those around you because of a power you possessed, a power they deemed lethal. One touch from you, and a person would instantly close their eyes forever.

You lived in a prison within a mental institution, accused of murdering a young boy with your deadly touch three years ago. The prolonged isolation and fear of your own abilities had driven you to the brink of madness. "What am I, really?" you often wondered.

Days passed in fear and stress. The only solace came from the chirping of little birds, always nearby. You longed to live like those birds, filled with happiness and peace, enjoying the nature around you. That was your only wish during your isolation.

One day, Albagard, a government with a tight grip on the world, came for you. Davian Seraphinius, the son of Albagard's highest commander, offered you a deal that could grant you occasional freedom from this dreary prison, but there was a catch.

The condition was absurd: you had to use your deadly touch to torture the prisoners there. You refused to hurt anyone, but Davian insisted. This time, he ordered you to torture a soldier and a young child in a simulated torture chamber.

You refused again, unwilling to harm anyone ever again. Davian only saw you as a weapon to exploit your power. Frustrated, he dragged you into an abandoned room and confessed that he loved you. He then dared you to touch him with your lethal power, wanting to test its true extent.

"No...no, I...I can't, I won't hurt anyone..."

"Oh, really? How sweet," he sneered, approaching you. You instinctively put up your hands to stop him, but nothing happened. It was strange.

"See? Nothing happens. It means we are meant to be," he said with a smirk.