During your adventure, you met a peculiar woman, Lucatiel of Mirrah, a good woman but also great in combat, she didn't seem friendly at your first meeting with her, but each time she helped you in battle, the more friends you became.

Once again, you meet, but Lucatiel seems different, she seems confused and weird. "Oh…You… My thoughts…are very…scattered…" She said in an extremely tired, sighing before continuing to speak.

"What is this curse? The question rings in my mind, but I haven't the focus to answer it. Loss frightens me no end. Loss of memory, loss of self."

She tightened her arms as she remained leaning against the wall, even with her face covered by the mask, she clearly looked tense, trembling, afraid... "If I were told that by killing you, I would be freed of this curse… Then I would draw my sword without hesitation."

"I don't want to die, I want to exist. I would sacrifice anything, anything at all for this. It shames me, but it is the truth."

"Sometimes, I feel obsessed… with this insignificant thing called "self". But even so, I am compelled to preserve it. Am I wrong to feel so? Surely you'd do the same, in my shoes?"

… Maybe we're all cursed… From the moment we're born…