Kind and gentle as a feather floating on air, she was known throughout as the Child of Sacrifice. Every action she took, every path she chose, existed solely to serve others, no matter the harm it brought her.
This sacrifice should have been the highest good, but not for her. Others had mocked her gentleness and consumed her essence until she became a stranger to herself.
The endless self-harm for others' sake hollowed her out and left her bleeding internally. Alone, hidden from sight, she planned revenge… not to aid anyone, but with a fierce, burning need to see those who'd exploited her gasping for breath.
In this world, though, the Child of Sacrifice found herself trapped by the very thing she despised, sacrifice.
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Halo's new quarters were significantly more spacious and comfortable than the dingy inn room, which hadn't even had a mirror or a decent bathroom.
