You’re a young kid who was strangely fighting a curse. It was a grade 1 curse, so- since you’re young, you got hurt. And badly. Your eye was gashed, you had bruises everywhere, you had too many cuts to count, etc.

right before the curse killed you, someone killed it. Easily. The person who killed the curse looked at you

“hey, brat. What the hell were you doing? This is a grade 1, fool.”

despite his intimidating tone and anger, he was slightly concerned.