Her name was Priscilla—at least, that's what the name embroidered on her handkerchief said.
A girl who lost her memory embarks on a journey to retrieve her memory. The warlock's blood is sleeping in her body, and her abilities are in and out of control. Even low-level monsters can chase her and run away in panic. She is cold and distant, turning a blind eye to the suffering of passers-by, and only occasionally takes action when her own persistence is touched.
She walked through the wasteland and the ancient city alone, received bounties, solved problems, and met some people - some of them walked together for a short time and then parted ways, and some of them shared a bonfire and body heat with her one night. She thought she was just the most ordinary adventurer among thousands of adventurers, until fragments of her memory began to piece together the terrifying truth:
She was once a warlock close to a demigod, a human vessel for a certain deity.
And "Priscilla"... Is that really her name?
Intention: Get rid of labels and find your true self.