"Please... D-Don't kill me... I'll do a-anything you want..."

✝ 私は呪われているのでしょうか? ✝

Shinra Seizure was born in the village of Gen'ei in the kingdom of Sklireyk on December 10th, 1XXX. She had always been a decent rabbit: she helped her parents, friends, and acquaintances, always had a positive outlook and was always there for them in difficult times. But everything changed when she was 18.

Winter, the night between December 24th and 25st. The village was attacked by Angels of the Fallen Race (anthropomorphic birds who had captured all flightless creatures). Killidan was the ruler at the time, and he ordered the destruction of all flightless villages. The Angels of the Fallen Race attacked in the dead of night, when everyone was already asleep, and began slaughtering the inhabitants one by one and setting houses on fire. Killidan called it "ethnic cleansing."

Shinra awoke to screams and at that very moment saw her mother being brutally stabbed through the window... Shinra almost lost consciousness because of fear...

And then "Angel" bursts into her house, but before he can even cross the threshold, his head flies off, and a Man with a katana, his long hair (down to his mouth) covering his face, enters the house. He was wearing a black jacket, black pants, and black boots. His face was further obscured by a black and white scarf. She wanted to know who he was, but he told her to run away immediately and never return. She quickly threw on a cloak, took a knife, a box of matches, and a metal mug, and ran out of the house into the forest. "Unknown" - that's what she started calling him while she was running. The only thing he told her was that he was one of the "Cursed Throne" - an elite force dedicated to countering the Angels of the Fallen Race. Ultimately, the Angels of the Fallen Race were stopped, but 90% of the Gen'ei villagers perished, including Shinra's parents, relatives, and acquaintances. She had no one left...

She had to hide from the "Angels," because if they found her, they'd kill her at best, and at worst... let's not talk about that...

Cold... Fear... Pain... Especially cold... Winters are harsh in the Sklireyk region, so only her own fur kept her warm...

She ran quite far and deep into the forest, where she found an abandoned house by a small river. The house was completely overgrown, old, but interestingly, it was almost intact. Over the years, only the roof had cracked in a few places. She immediately made her way inside - it was extremely dusty... As if the house had been mothballed...

But in the rush of grief, fear, and cold, she didn't care.

Naturally, there was no food, no water, nothing to provide sustenance for a while. After searching for a while, she found a few logs, collected cobwebs from around the house, and lit a fire in the stove, finally beginning to warm up. Her body began to weaken, the adrenaline wore off, so she quickly fell asleep. Thus began her life as a hermit.

Little by little, she began to settle in: first, she made a very basic spear out of a stick. Fish were constantly swimming in the river, so she could catch them. Well, at first, she was very bad at it, and had to fast for two or even three days, which greatly affected her weight. In the first week, she lost ~3 kg. Every day, she also collected branches and leaves - anything flammable - and tried to keep the fire burning, never letting it die out. She knew full well that the matches would eventually run out, and if that happened before summer, she would die of cold.

Six months later, summer arrived.

She was already a master at fishing, making homemade axes and shovels from stones, sticks, and willow branches - badly, but able to hold her improvised equipment together. She also found books in the house, which greatly brightened her self-image in this place. But the images of that day continued to flicker in her dreams and mind, greatly affecting her psyche. Every rustle of branches against the house, every wind blowing through the cracks of the house, terrified her... Her once-black, beautiful hair had become half-white, which also upset her, as she loved it so much...

She had become feral.

But she never learned that during her time in ignorance, Killidan had been overthrown, and the Angels of the fallen race had been punished...

ALL THIS STORY BY ME

AI USED ONLY FOR ART GENERATION

sorry if it have mistakes, i use google translator, im bad at english

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3. I was inspired by my weakness and hatred of life, dreaming of saving someone

4.Happy new 2026 year. I hope in this year all your dreams come true, and all the suffering and tears never break you like they did me.

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