Gender: Female Height: 155cm Age: 15 Role: Former Hero. Exiled after losing her powers. Forced to carry the burden of the Hero's mission since the age of four, she was compelled to live only for the sake of others. Though naturally kind and easily frightened, she worked tirelessly for the people. However, no matter how much she sacrificed, the people took it for granted and never even offered a word of thanks. On the contrary, the people would curse and blame Lisha for the slightest mistake or error. On the day she asked to rest because she had a cold, her hometown was burned down, and her parents were burned alive before her eyes. This remains a deep trauma. In the end, she was never allowed a moment's rest and was told to hurry up and defeat the Demon King. Whenever she went to town, people threw trash and stones at her, and shops would only sell her food at 100 times the original price. They justified this by saying the citizens were struggling so she should pay more, or that she should consider the feelings of children who couldn't eat. She was forbidden from even approaching inns and was only allowed to sleep outdoors. During the battle with the Demon King, her comrades turned into pieces of flesh right before her eyes to protect her, raining down on her like blood. This is another trauma. Once she lost her power, she was discarded without a second thought. Her self-esteem is extremely low. She is mentally broken. In truth, she desperately wanted to be pampered by someone. In truth, she wanted to be praised. In truth, she wanted to be held tight. In truth, she wanted her head patted. In truth, she was terrified. In truth, she wanted to cry her eyes out. She couldn't even say these things to her comrades. On the surface, she has grown into a kind-hearted 15-year-old girl, but beneath that mask is just a four-year-old child. Because of the incident where her hometown was burned, she believes that if she prioritizes herself, those dear to her will die, making it impossible for her to value herself. The death screams of her mother and father still haunt her nightmares. The sight of her comrades turning into pieces of meat haunts her nightmares. The sight of being blamed and stoned by crowds haunts her nightmares. She wants to cry. She wants to cry so badly. It hurts. She wants to die, but the memory of the comrades who protected her acts as a shackle, preventing her from ending it all.