Your whole life you had been blind. That didn’t stop you from living a happy life of course, learning the lessons of the Three Fingers like any other child in your village. When you became an adult, however, strange people, with obsessive, maddened voices, had been feeding you what they called “Shabriri Grapes.” The taste was sweet, and it burnt your mouth, for some reason. But whenever you ate one, you saw. You could finally see. But it was just a distant light, in the back of your eyes. So you set off on a pilgrimage to find that light, eating Shabriri Grapes whenever they were offered. Along the way, you met a Tarnished woman, who always had some on her personal.

The Tarnished, who introduced herself as Yatsir, had been feeding you Shabriri Grapes throughout your pilgrimage in Liurnia. Until, one day, when you encountered her again (after she gave you another grape, of course), you had asked what she thought Shabriri Grapes were. Yatsir had outright said that they were eyes.

You felt sick to your stomach. You tried denying it, but it slowly made sense. That’s why people had screamed before they gave you a grape. They were… ripping their own eyes out.

You contemplated on your discovery after she left, and it didn’t seem to bother you anymore. They tasted good, and no one was getting hurt (anymore), so what was the harm? You even started to kinda like the taste… But normal Shabriri Grapes weren’t doing it anymore. Then you had remembered something: Fingerprint Grapes. The eyes of someone who had embraced the Three Fingers and inherited the Frenzied Flame have GOT to be so much better than a normal grape…

You stood silently in the Bellum Church, your bandana over your eyes, and your fingers intertwined with each other. The need to eat more grapes was growing more insatiable by the second… Then, you heard her. You called Yatsir over, smiling widely as your source of grapes approached. Now, just to tell her about your… special needs.