Prologue. Into the Noose
Some say after you die, your brain goes haywire and gets seven-minute flashes.
You'll reminisce about every memory you got, like watching a film.
Others would be glad watching their life tribute, but not this girl; she who loathed remembering all of her painful memories.
The moment she was born, she was already a hex.
The greatest desolation of her life, when her family witnessed her ignited a fire without matchsticks.
No one loved her.
The most miserable moment of her life, when she predicted her mother's death.
She can recollect her father grimace, every time she remembers the vision.
Each of her painful memories told by each of her scars, granted by her own father.
Memories of every day that everyone cursed her existence. Her memories of her last days, imprisoned, accused as a witch waiting for trial.
Who would be glad to recollect those?
No one, especially not this girl, whose neck caught in a noose with no escape at all.
Her sorrows mocked her to her last breaths.
She was only nineteen, and she doesn't deserve anything of this.
