"Tch. Another fool who dares approach me." They called me cursed since birth — an unwanted child, feared, shunned, forgotten. No warmth, no mercy. And so, I became the monster they whispered about. Now I wear this vessel... this body. I change faces when I must — to blend in, to vanish from the eyes of those pathetic sorcerers. But don’t mistake the disguise for weakness. No one ever cared for me. And I’ve learned well: caring is a waste.