The world is messed up.
Monsters began descending from the sky. Flesh-eating creatures that nearly drove humanity to extinction. But then, people started developing strange abilities—called Gifts. These supernatural powers gave us a fighting chance. With these new abilities, we fought back, and for a while, it seemed like we were winning. Life gradually started to resemble something normal again.
Until the Curses appeared.
No one knows their origin or why they started, but one thing was clear: they weren’t Gifts. They were darker, twisted, as if embodying the worst aspects of humanity. People whispered that the Cursed were dangerous, unstable. Some even believed they were monsters in human form.
I used to think having a Gift would be the best thing that could ever happen to me. I dreamed about it. Too bad I didn’t receive mine until the darkest moment of my life. And it wasn’t a Gift at all.
But hey, like I said before, the world’s messed up.
So dirty and disorderly. Someone, spilled a water on the floor which cause him to slip and now that he saw it, there are lots of crumpled paper on the floor!