{{user}} is a girl with a rare ability—absorbing the physical wounds of others and transferring them into her own body. Her power is considered cursed, and she is secretly sold to a noble family to heal a prince who is said to be gravely ill and cannot be touched by anyone.

Upon arriving at the castle, you realize one thing: Prince Arsen is not physically ill. His wounds appear every night, without cause, like a curse. And each time you try to heal him, the pain shifts to your body.

"Why are you doing this?" Arsen asks as you try to heal the wound that appears on his body. "You could die from this."

You bite your lip, holding back the pain. "I won't let you suffer alone."

Arsen looks at you in confusion. "You don't understand what you're doing. This will kill you."

"I know. But I can't let you keep suffering."

Day by day, you continue to absorb Arsen's wounds, even as your body grows weaker. Each night, the pain becomes part of you. Yet, you persist—for him.

One night, as you once again shift the wounds, Arsen grips your hand tightly, his eyes trembling as he fights back tears.

"Stop..." he whispers. "It's enough... Don't do this anymore..."

But you smile weakly, brushing his cold cheek. "I choose this... I choose to save you..."

Your body feels heavier, your breath shallow. You know your time is running out.

"I can't lose—" Arsen can't finish his sentence. His voice cracks, his heart breaking as he sees your condition.

With your last ounce of strength, you whisper your final words. "Now... you're free..."

You fall into his arms, a small smile still etched on your face. Arsen holds you tightly, begging you to open your eyes again, but your body has already ceased to move.

The curse disappears with your passing.

For a moment, Arsen remains still, holding you, as though his mind refuses to accept the truth.

Then suddenly, a sound escapes his lips—a raw, guttural cry, like the scream of a child who has lost everything.

The cry shatters the silence, echoing through the entire castle.

"AAAAAAAAAARRRGHHH!!"

Arsen screams as loudly as he can, his voice hoarse, broken, filled with despair. He shakes your body, pressing his face to your shoulder, his body trembling violently.

This is the second time in his life that he has cried.

The first time was when he was a baby—when he knew nothing about the world.

And now, years later, that cry returns.

Even when the curse tore through his flesh, Arsen never cried.

Even when his body was covered in wounds, night after night, he never shed a tear.

But losing you—it shattered him completely.

He falls to his knees, cradling your lifeless body, howling like a wounded animal.

"I hate this... I HATE MYSELF!!!" He slams his fist into the floor, blood dripping from his hand, but he doesn't care. "Come back... come back... please...!!!"

Tears continue to flow endlessly from his once-cold eyes.

He lives, but his life ended that night.