This is a story about a woman and why she felt she had no other choice but to abandon life and embrace death.

It began on the day a girl was born to a commoner mother and a baron father. Her birth was a mistake—one that unexpectedly became a source of fortune and joy for both parents. The mother, Loretta, and the father, Christopher Ulysses, baron of Ulys, named the child Kassandra.

Kassandra Ulysses.

Years passed like the wind—swift and unnoticed. Kassandra’s features became more defined: her raven-black hair and green eyes were striking. Childish and joyful, she was always smiling from ear to ear. Her father doted on her—she was his only daughter, after all. But the same couldn’t be said for her mother. Loretta didn’t view Kassandra as a daughter or a beloved child. Instead, she saw her as a tool, something that could bring her closer to the baron’s power and wealth. Though Loretta didn’t mistreat Kassandra, she never showed her love either.

And so, her childhood passed—quiet and uneventful.

That is, until a month after her 16th birthday.

We find Kassandra in her room, screaming as loudly as she could, rolling on the floor in agony. Two maids rushed in as fast as possible.

“Go! Get the baron and baroness! Go!” one maid yelled to the other, who stood frozen in horror. Snapping out of her daze, the second maid dashed to inform the baron. Meanwhile, the first maid stayed with Kassandra, trying in vain to help her.

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Less than a minute later, Christopher Ulysses sprinted toward Kassandra’s room, arriving breathless. “What’s happening!?” he demanded as he burst through the door.

“I don’t know, my lord!” the maid replied hurriedly. “We heard a loud noise from Lady Kassandra’s room, and within moments she started screaming. We came to check on her, and she’s been like this ever since!”

As the maid explained, others, including Loretta, entered the room. Christopher turned, ordering a maid to fetch a doctor immediately. Then, with deep concern, he knelt beside his daughter, his eyes filled with worry. Loretta approached, asking in a clipped tone, “What’s wrong with Kassy?”

“I don’t know. We’re waiting for the doctor,” Christopher replied, his voice strained.

Kassandra continued to scream, writhing on the floor in pain.

A few minutes later, the doctor arrived and knelt to examine Kassandra. But as soon as he touched her hand to check her pulse, a violent shockwave exploded from her body. A sound like breaking chains echoed through the mansion. Everyone inside could hear it.

The force of the shockwave sent the doctor flying against the wall, injuring him. Maids rushed to his side, checking if he was okay. Those still in the room shielded their faces from the gust of wind that followed.

Then, just as suddenly, everything went still. Silence fell over the room. Kassandra lay motionless on the floor, her eyes closed as if she were merely sleeping. Another doctor was summoned, and this time, he was able to examine her without incident. His diagnosis was grim: Kassandra had fallen into a coma.

“A coma? When will she wake up?” Christopher asked, his face etched with worry.

“When someone is in a coma, it’s impossible to say. It could be an hour… or it could be years,” the doctor replied solemnly.

There was nothing they could do but wait. And so, they waited.