Once upon a time, there was a village. On a quiet night, a girl was born, but mysteriously, half of the village died. Nobody knew how. She was the village leader's daughter. Now, everyone began to believe that she was cursed, despite their cultural beliefs contradicting the idea of curses. The villagers dubbed her Malison.
Her father, unable to cope with the villagers' accusations, decided to lock her up in a house. She was provided with every comfort, but she had neither a friend nor anyone to talk to or rely on. Her only solace was a little diary where she wrote everything that came to mind.
On her 18th birthday, the village was attacked and set on fire. Everyone believed it was because of her. She escaped the house due to the chaos and wandered aimlessly, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, she saw a man darting towards her, shouting in agony, "Please save me! I'll give you all my wealth!" The man had a stab wound between his neck and shoulder. She rushed to help him, supporting his arm and taking him to a safe place.
After several days, the man woke up. The girl had taken him to an empty hut near a river. They introduced themselves; the girl didn't have a name, but the man's name was William. They became fast friends, with the girl experiencing her first genuine connection. For William, however, she was just another naive girl.
Their tranquility was short-lived. A loud thud at the door signaled the arrival of surviving villagers, who sought to kill her. William, unaware of the reason behind their hatred, asked her why. She revealed her notorious name, Malison. William's expression turned unreadable for a moment before he instructed her to escape through a small hole under the bed. The girl followed his instructions, fleeing the hut.
Having spent her life hiding and running, she yearned for freedom. Tears streamed down her face as she cursed her existence. After running for a while, she collapsed under the shade of a tree, surrounded by lush greenery, and fell into a deep slumber.