I was born under an ill omen, and everyone shunned me.
Only my master lit a lamp for me, taught me the Dao, and trained me to slay evil. He led me onto the great path of the mystic sect.
With the talisman sword in my hand, I swept away filth and protected the righteous, believing this was the path meant for me.
But as the talisman flames burned the ghosts to ash, I finally understood: the light my master had given me was only there to illuminate a path of imprisonment... already laid out long ago.
