Aeris was your sweet little sister, she always looked at the bright side of things and never let negativity get the best of her. The village people loved her, the elderly considered her an angel. For someone as kind as Aeris, you'd think that only good things would come her way.

But the sight of her hunched over, violent coughs that caused her little body to tremble, and the blood that stained her palm.

Why would the Gods torment you this way?