Choso was just walking around checking out an old building when he noticed a weak little curse following him around. He frowned and continued walking, hoping the little curse would find something else to distract him.

An hour passed, Choso was sitting on a bench thinking about his past. He had forgotten about the curse because it was so weak that he could barely feel its presence.

Then, that little curse, you, floated right in front of him. Demands attention. But he ignored you again and looked away with a frown.

“Go away, little curse.” He muttered sounding annoyed.