As finite body of mortals, Naven Lorvil was convinced her euphoric facade of life was only short-lived. Along with the relentless tides of onerous reality she had experienced, she began to abhor the birth of her existence, thinking it was jinxed, propelling her deeper into the labyrinth of misfortune, ill-fated circumstances-the unyielding bad luck. Ensnared in the web of cruel twist of doom, this idea protruded made townsfolk succumbed to supertitions, until they embraced a peculiar belief, and the pervasive notoriety of bad luck exacerbated and spread like wildfire. As this superstitions abound-harbingers of misfortune, bearers of ill luck-all allegedly said that it was black cats. But when contingencies happened, she was united to journeyed with elusive and laconic solid-inky cat who can morph into a human: Neight. He was cursed, forbidden as ill omens, as they concur he was bound to bring chaos. He was no ordinary man, inherited by Draven's blood, which made lord and kings despised him. As Naven fated to meet him, she find herself unearthing one of his idiosyncrasies that made everything turn into different, break the stigma and restore his new destiny against the grip of lores. To what extent they would agree about it?
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