A place with nothing except stunning scenery. Her nose is being blessed with a revitalizing scent. Female flowers adore buzzing insects, whereas male flowers chastise them. The trees blushed as they thought back to the childhood glances of their offspring. Birds urged the leaves to one day swim farther into the clouds when the wind created a cyclone to demonstrate that they could swim in the air without hands or legs.

A dash breeze. Jaw-dropping liz eyes slowly opened and sent a lovely glance as far as her vision would allow. Her luscious lips made a small, pleasant, and endearing grin. The young lady's lips had given the wind such a beating that it decided to clean her softly.

She pulled her hair back and secured it with a pin behind her ear while the wind wasn't letting her hair be hidden. She spoke wind's mind,

"I know you wanna play, My Dear. But the time is up."

Everything she had ever admired was gone in a split second. She was violently jolted before she could notice and react to what had triggered it. The birds called out for her to assist them, and she heard their yelps. Trees were sobbing and pleading with her to save their young. She cried out in shock at the amazing bees' partial demise and the sparkling, lovely blossoms' demise.

Her eyes were simply shaking there, letting them pass away. Not because she was powerless, but rather because she was caught in an unknowing trap. Her heart shattered into a million little pieces as everything around her turned to ash all at once.

She merely fell to her knees, combed herself down with force and her head bowed in nostalgia for not being able to retrieve her feathered friends, the tiny babies of her beloved trees, and the little flowers and bees. She gave her tears in the service of forgiveness with little, silent sniffs.

"I…I'm sorry, my dears…" Her hands were tied behind her. She acknowledged it with that face of cream she applied called 'Revenge'. Those gloomy eyes of hers got the dark shadow of her bangs over her eyes which gave an unpleasant vibe.

"Isn't that enough that you have vanished the beauty of this area?"

"I was dispatched here to kill you but it disbanded the area, Soha."

A guy wearing a black outfit covered wholly carried a hazardous aura around him and had an unstoppable ability to encounter any auspicious energy of a specialized curse, such curses which are invisible in the specific chosen person and can be only seen when it comes in contact with the curse slayers or any other curse like it. He has a strong sense of putting up with the smell of energies around his area. Which makes him stand out from all those prosaic people who live in it.

His black caliginous eyes passed over her head when she was in depression. He had no emotions on his face, as blank as a brain in exam halls.

"I need to suck out a…Curse." Soha's eyes suddenly raised in hunger– a hunger to blow off the guy's body into pieces so that she could feed those body parts to her dead friends.

"Ha-haha! Are you kidding me?"

Soha stood with the struggle on her legs as her hands were latched. With a swift turn to the guy, she smiled creepily "Ah! Muhammad Imran! Hello."

Muhammad gave no emotions when he acknowledged that Soha was in the grip of 'Lethal Curse'. A kinda curse that makes one's body unconscious and rules on the populace in the name of 'Calamity'. This curse needs people's end to survive in one's body. But soon he owned up to her body and wasn't wholly occupied by 'Lethal Curse'.

"Soha, get out of the curse! Don't allow it to occupy your body!"

"Hahaha! Your words are late, Muhammad Imran." His eyes tensed, he reached his hand behind him and produced a spirit gun, glaring at Soha's forehead. Soha lifted her gaze to Muhammad; her body began to show scars, her tongue went purple, and her nails became longer. She gave a creepy smile and stuck her tongue out.

"Aye, Muhammad Imran. How beautiful it is to be born in a sexy girl's body!"

"Shut up, Lethal! If you don't leave her body, I'll fire you.."

"Shoot me, Muhammad Imran." Even though it made him shudder to kill an innocent person, he was adamant about ending the Lethal Curse. He heard a subdued but haughty voice while he was loading the rifle.

"Muhammad Imran." His surprised face was pulled up by the mouthpiece. He was astounded to see how normal everything had become despite all of her physical wounds, red eyes, long nails, and purple tongue! She developed into normal! It was the first time the Lethal Curse had ever been experienced by anyone. He said in shock, not believing that a drab high school girl could have taught herself how to cope with the Lethal Curse.

He blinked twice and said, "How could you endure…it, girl?!" She just smiled and said nothing. After her beamforming smile, he immediately turned emotionless. By holding the handcuffs he walked to his car with her. "Though you endured a curse, you're still a criminal."

"It was not on purpose, Imran." He pulled her closer and then pinned her to the car. Turned to the ground that was turned into ash. He crouched down and touched the margin of the area. And spelled, "Relieve." Just in a fraction of a second, the whole area was reborn. The birds were alive including little flowers and bees and merrily flying leaves of trees. She smiled, pulling her head down. Let out words, "Thank you. Imran."

He said nothing and got into the car.

Before long, they found themselves in front of a large, lofty structure with the name "Headquarters." Soha's expression was composed, with only a little smirk emerging when she glanced across at the man–rushing towards Muhammad. The man, who appeared to be in his mid-30s, had well-groomed hair and was dressed in a black suit. As soon as he had Muhammad's attention, he revealed some astounding news.

"All the hostages had run off, Sir Muhammad! We were manipulated unknowingly by them."

Muhammad's right eyebrow shot up in perplexity as he abruptly turned to face Soha, who had her head lowered and a sly smile on her face. With a black eye, she glimpsed at him and said,

"You were manipulated too, Muhammad Imran." Muhammad read her lips and deduced her words even though he hadn't heard her voice. Without a key to open it, she quickly knocked her hands out of those handcuffs. When she waved both of her hands at him while grinning eerily, Muhammad's eyes widened.

The tip of the gun on her forehead abruptly halted her as she was opening the door and getting out of the vehicle. She smiled as she gave herself over. Saying, "Don't tense. I'm not gonna run off like my companions."

"You know from the first that they were going to escape?"

"Of course, I do. You and every other person at your headquarters were duped. Are you curious as to how? I'll tell you. You were ecstatic to have finally gotten me, but it was a trap to get away from. You guys were sidetracked from your tasks since your team was concentrated on catching me while my team was focused on getting away, my dearest sh*ts."

Muhammad lamented his greatest moments, while She finished with the tiniest grin. He continued to be silent, unable to express his feelings or speak. He then let out words, "You played well, Soha. I appreciate your thoughts."

"Soha? Excuse me, you got me wrong. I'm Rizaq, not Soha."

What she stated quite frightened Muhammad and the man. She slid the pistol's edge over her heart while making a poker face. When she noticed Muhammad's countenance was serene, she wrapped her lengthy fingers over the pistol's switch. Grinning, she squeezed the trigger.

The bullet was forced into the tree's trunk in the blink of an eye. The way Muhammad realized her sketch and made the last, best-ever alteration left the guy behind him looking nearly as if he were on the verge of death.

"That was close…, Sir Muhammad." Gulping saliva, the guy gave his explanation. Muhammad said nothing, only staring at the girl he estimated was Soha but transpired to be Rizaq. Just as she was ready to smile broadly, he took out another shackle and barred one of her hands. Without any other ideas, he hurried into the building right away.

Rizaq was restrained in an electric chair used mostly for suffering individuals. She glanced at the glass pane that was reflecting her shadow as usual. Muhammad stood behind the glass, a pen slithering across his fingers. Abruptly, he banged the pen against a sheet of paper and let out words in a yelp.

"How did you lose your duties?! 40 hostages escaped with no traces! That's a shame!"

The previous man stammered, "We…We did our best to find them…but…"

"Enough, Arem! I'm not here for the explanations!" Muhammad gave a start and turned quickly to face the large window where Rizaq was standing guard. When he witnessed that Rizaq's lips were wriggling, he squinted down his gaze alongside and started reading them fluently.

"Counter all the wounds…and pains. Relief the hunter…in vally-" As Rizaq was drafting the 'Lethal Curse' everyone in his immediate vicinity—including Muhammad —ran in a stupor. Everyone began to dread as this curse triggered the milder curse, allowing her energies to take control of the bodies. Muhammad gave a swift, spoken command,

"Express the barriers! Shut down the air conditioners in her room! Immediately! Shut down the speakers and minor microphones!"

"Done, Sir Muhammad!"

Everything around them subsided in a matter of seconds. Muhammad quickly pivoted to see Rizaq's lips. Hopefully, there wasn't a second, but she flashed a grin that vanished in an instant. Muhammad's pulse raced for a moment for underestimating Rizaq's might. He started examining her physique in an attempt to persuade her that she was Soha and not Rizaq. His gaze paused at the tattoo on her right hand. He had been following her since the beginning of the year and was unable to decipher the significance behind her tattoo. He stared at her tattoo for a long moment before gathering it up and copying her precise design onto the paper.

"Is she not Soha? Or…is she manipulating me again? I need to be out of this."

Rizaq watched as Muhammad grumbled and turned to go. Since she was the last Hoodoo-Man remaining in this place, he watched her closely while connecting her room camera to his phone. Since her spells work, his major goal is to keep her lips under control.

"Lock her lips, Arem."

"Yes, Sir Muhammad."