My fiancé’s first love gouged out my eyes and heart, dismembered me, and threw me into a cave of poisonous insects, leaving not a trace of my remains. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and refusing to come back. At the grand wedding that should have been mine, he married the woman he had always wanted. Unable to find peace, my soul lingered nearby as a spirit. My younger sister tried to get justice for me at the wedding, but he tortured her until she was near death, all to vent his first love’s anger. I screamed in fury, my spirit trembling as I cursed him to die a terrible death. But during the ritual to destroy my soul, he saw the garment stained with my blood and his eyes reddened. He vowed to hack the person who killed me to pieces...
