Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her. Ever since she was a child she had been haunted by a weighted dread of the ancestors before her. A past that has been all but shuttered from her that now follows her arround with every waking moment. Screams, whispers and the dread of the no longer living. They tell her stories of a past that has almost been wiped from modern times. Tales of witches, conspiracies, and unsheded anger. A past she needs to uncover for the fate of her own life, and the fate of those before her. For there is nothing worse to be than a young girl with a burden she herself does not yet know. Especially when that burden is a hidden curse that has yet to be fulfilled.