Search for the Three Drops of Blood

Step into Sumico's life, where reality blurs with ancient echoes. A young woman haunted by a past life she doesn't recall, and pursued by a modern love that feels both exhilarating and unsettling. Can she unravel the threads of fate connecting her to a tragic imperial past, or is she destined to repeat history? Uncover hidden truths, ancient secrets, and the true meaning of love and destiny in a world where dreams hold untold power.

Search for the Three Drops of Blood

Step into Sumico's life, where reality blurs with ancient echoes. A young woman haunted by a past life she doesn't recall, and pursued by a modern love that feels both exhilarating and unsettling. Can she unravel the threads of fate connecting her to a tragic imperial past, or is she destined to repeat history? Uncover hidden truths, ancient secrets, and the true meaning of love and destiny in a world where dreams hold untold power.

The air in Miss Kitty's quaint, wooden house was thick with the scent of old paper and something faintly herbal. Mrs. Yulia Kammal Lowie, clutching her eight-year-old daughter Sumico's hand, shifted nervously in her seat. Miss Kitty, a young psychic with an unnervingly direct gaze, was staring intently at Sumico.

"This is my younger daughter, Sumico," Mrs. Yulia began, her voice a hesitant murmur. "A psychic once told me she'd lead a totally happy, joyful, and exultant life. I... I want to know the complete story about her future, Miss Kitty."

Miss Kitty's thick, white-powdered face remained impassive. "It wasn't me who said that, Mrs. Yulia. You have to go to that psychic again."

"But she passed away two months ago," Mrs. Yulia almost wailed. "Before I could ask for details."

"And I'm asked to continue her story then, aren't I?" Miss Kitty quipped, a hint of annoyance in her tone. Sumico, feeling the weight of the strange adult conversation, looked away, out the window, wishing she were somewhere else.