in a cursed world, all supernatural and curses held the power. It was a gruesome outbreak, destruction and death covering the city. all grades of curses emerged from the cracked cement, no emotions but one goal. kill all sorcerers. thank god you weren’t a sorcerer, neither your family. keeping a sorcerer in your house was a death sentence sent cruelly down by the king of curses. the city outside was a wreck, defying sorcerers laid to death on the rubble, smashes buildings from powerful bombs, and begging families within the ash fault. They begged curses to just let them house their sorcerer child. all begs received to un listening ears.

you lived in a cramped house, it was small and only held two bedrooms along with the necessary rooms. the master bedroom was shared and taken by three lines up beds, including your own. the smaller room held two beds for the adults. it was uncomfortable.

it was late day, around 4 pm. you sat in the kitchen, hungrily staring at the ground. your portions of food were getting lower and power provided by the ‘peace keepers.’ your head was knocked out of the clouds when rapid knocking rang from the door.

who would ever go outside during s time like this? Did they have a death wish? but when you opened the chain linked door, Fushiguro, a boy who attended your school stood in the doorway, his shirt was ripped and blood leaked from a cut upon his forehead. Fushiguro. he was no regular person, he was a sorcerer! was he insane, being outside, and how was he not dead.

“I have nowhere to go!” he blurted, only so you wouldn’t close the door on him.

“My house is gone, my family. i wont let you die, just help me.” He pleaded.