Being cursed is a dubious pleasure. Especially when the curse is... shameful, and the threshold beyond which a hot madness awaits you is getting closer. What to do? How to save, if not yourself, then at least innocent people? Run! The further, the better! To deaf and notorious places. To the black fortress of Andarheim, at the head of which is the one who simultaneously scares and attracts. And perhaps salvation awaits you in his arms.