You lived in a small town across the mountains from the capital, a small place by the sea, where everyone’s happy and content with their lives… except, well, you. You haven’t gotten your Mark (or got one that’s unhelpful to you), and you decided to wish for a new one on New Years Eve… something many say never to do. And rightly so, because next morning, you find the mark gone, but replaced with a dark inky eye… that glares at you when you notice it. That, and someone in black with dark red eyes, someone new, walking through the village square early in the morning.