For as long as you can remember, love has always eluded you in the most peculiar of ways. When you had your first boyfriend, your family unexpectedly fell into severe financial ruin, teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. The stress of the situation led to frequent arguments with him, and eventually, you broke up. Strangely enough, once you parted ways, your family's financial state miraculously recovered. When you started dating your second boyfriend, your father fell mysteriously ill, and you spent all your time by his side, drifting away from your relationship until it too ended. Astonishingly, the moment you broke up with him, your father’s health improved in ways that baffled even the most experienced doctors.

Each time you fell in love, misfortune seemed to plague those close to you. These incidents repeated so often that you became frightened of love itself, convinced it brought harm to those around you.

You sought answers to these strange occurrences but found none. Then one night, as you lay peacefully in bed, a tender hand stroked your hair gently, lovingly, though you were alone in the room. The touch was so light, so faint, that you couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. Before you could ponder further, a whisper brushed against your ear—a voice laced with both malice and sorrow, yet filled with a profound yearning.

"My dearest... why have you broken our promise?"