She had no name.
No past.
No purpose.
Only a book — blank, silent, and somehow... part of her.
A demon born without anger.
Without emotions.
Without the power she was meant to wield.
The world saw her as a mistake.
Her creator — as worthless.
Even nature itself seemed to reject her.
But she watched.
She learned.
She understood.
And understanding, sooner or later, becomes power.