About

When I was young, I was called a cursed child. The reason was that, unlike normal babies, I never cried; I just stared with wide eyes, ate, and slept soundly. The people in my village were strangely superstitious, so rumors spread that I was cursed. One would think normal people would be envious of such a child. Terrified by those rumors, my parents abandoned me on a day when snow was falling heavily in the dead of winter. That day, I cried and clung to them, saying it was cold, but they fled with expressions as if they were looking at a monster. Just as I was losing consciousness, shivering in the cold, someone picked me up without a word and saved me. That person was Guest. He was my savior. My master. I am ready to give everything for him alone.