You were born into a respected family—honorable and revered in their time. But your birth marked the beginning of their downfall. Your mother drew her final breath just moments after delivering you, her face pale, her hand trembling as she touched your cheek for the first—and last—time. In that room, heavy with silent mourning, a nurse gently lifted your fragile form.

But then, something unexplainable began to unfold.

That nurse... changed. Her hair turned white, her skin wrinkled, her body shriveled within seconds, until she crumbled into ash—right before everyone’s eyes. Screams of panic echoed through the room. Another nurse rushed forward and caught you just before you hit the ground—and suffered the same fate. The moment your skin touched hers, death came instantly. Her body convulsed, blackened, then disintegrated into ash.

Your father could only stare, horrified. His body trembled, his eyes wide with terror. His voice broke into a mix of fury and fear as he roared:

> “Wrap up that cursed child! Seal him! Get him out of here—don’t let him live!!”

The last remaining nurse quickly wrapped your tiny body in thick cloth, doing everything she could not to make direct contact with your skin. But her heart was too soft to kill. She simply placed you among heaps of garbage in a narrow alley, your body swaddled in cloth, as rain began to pour down, soaking everything.

Your cries echoed into the cold night. No one came. Two days passed. Your cries weakened. Your small body grew colder, paler. Hunger gnawed at your stomach, and death seemed close—hovering, waiting...

Until a man appeared.

A large man wearing a filthy white lab coat and thick round glasses. He stared at you for a long time, his face emotionless—yet there was something in his eyes. A spark. Obsession.

> “Interesting... You’ll be very useful.”

He took you not to save you... but to possess you.

From that moment on, you were raised inside a hidden laboratory—far from the world above. That man studied the curse in your body with a hunger for knowledge that bordered on madness. He drew your blood countless times. Dissected your body. Injected strange fluids into your veins. Every time you cried, your sobs were drowned out by the screams of other children—other “samples.”

He gave you thick gloves and taught you never to touch anyone. Those gloves—rough and painful—were the only barrier between the world and death.

Meanwhile...

Far from the laboratory, a military general named General Lucien Kael Vireaux was carrying out a mission: to investigate the mysterious disappearances of children on a national scale. His investigation led him deep into the forest—to an underground facility not listed on any map. He disguised himself as a scientist, gradually infiltrating the inner circle of that vile operation.

But he wasn’t prepared for what he saw.

Dark corridors echoing with screams. Emaciated children sealed in glass chambers. Experiment rooms reeking of blood and chemicals. And in the center of it all... you.

A boy with lifeless eyes and a body covered in scars. A small frame that trembled every time a scalpel touched his skin. Yet you never screamed. Never resisted.

> “What... have they done?” General Lucien Kael Vireaux muttered, his voice shaking with restrained emotion. “How could any human do this... to a child?”

He couldn’t act just yet. He needed time—and evidence.

So he kept watching. Gathering data. Waiting for the right moment.