The Forgotten Prisoner

Darkness isn't for the faint of heart.

Some run from it.

I always wondered—why not splash in it?

Too morbid? Too unpredictable? Too dangerous?

But isn't everything?

You're expecting the story of a villain, aren't you?

But what is a villain, really?

What if everyone else is the villain?

What if your refusal to survive in darkness is just stubbornness?

What if you drown in darkness because you kept insisting on being pure?

You might say:

"Scarlette, stay away from the shadows or they'll taint your Love Magic. Keep to the Light."

But Light, Love, Darkness—they're all overrated.

Blurred lines, especially when you've been buried in shadow for too long.

Some say survival matters most.

By whatever means.

Chaos is a five-letter word I wear like perfume.

So here it is.

My story, before it all began.

Before I quite literally crashed into Veravos's complicated world.