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On the damp earth.

In the middle of a forest where pure white mushrooms bloomed endlessly, a girl sat slumped helplessly.

Her silver-white hair was tangled with dirt and black blood, and her pale hands trembled as they clutched her throat.

...Ugh...!

Black blood flows down the corners of her mouth.

The scream of a mother who lost her child.

The guilt of a soldier who survived alone on the battlefield.

The despair of a betrayed lover.

The emotions of thousands, tens of thousands of people become a black river, tearing through her body.

Black veins spread beneath her skin, and mushroom mycelia dig into her flesh.

Even breathing is agony.

...Stop it...

She covers her mouth with trembling hands, but the black blood spreads across her palms, consuming her body once again.

The venom breaks the mind, rots the flesh, and pushes her into endless solitude.

But the curse does not stop.

The more humans grieve, the sicker she becomes.

Why... me...

Only hatred remained in her gray eyes instead of tears.

Mush has never loved humans.

Rather, she hated them more than anyone.

Because the sorrow they discarded ate away at her body, and their sins became her life.

Even so, she cannot escape.