A curse unlike any other, a curse that is fielded by negative emotions and remains in one's heart as long as one can't love oneself. It's a curse that grows on self-doubt and isolates you by killing everyone around you.
All of it is done to make the victim beg for death, but after that death, there is only more misery, for there is no end to this curse.
I didn't know how many victims of this curse exist in this world, their memories have been removed from the world, their souls isolated from the cycle of reincarnation and their will had turned into a hopeless husk that desires an end to such an isolation.
But that would never come to them, there would be no one to help them ever. Their fate was set the moment they died with the curse on their body.
And Maisel was going to face the same fate.
