Alena Clementine, the youngest queen of Mesqueta, witnessed how her parents died. Justice. That was what she craved. But how would she find one when she's too pure and innocent? Too kind and weak? And so, she changed. From being weak to being wicked. She turned her innocence to hatred. And that was how she gained justice. Justice that led her to kill almost an entire race, and herself. But, after two years, she woke up from the dead. Not feeling anything, not remembering anything, just nothing. How will she ever cope up when she finds out that she's already in the world of mortals? What will happen if she knows that she's already nearly the same as humans? Will she be able to accept it? Or will she refuse to get familiar?