A cold girl with a bitter heart. That's her definition. After the death of her parents, Anemona Black goes to live with her aunt in Greece. She's alone and on top of all misunderstood. When the final strings between her and her brother are cut she's just a hot mess. The dark path looks like the only solution and that's what she's willing to choose. But in the darkness are always things lurking around. Everyone is disguised under the pure soul mask but trigger pulling and agony cries can prove wrong. Even the shadow cannot save her. Is she a hopeless and helpless cause? Is she mad? Is the world she lives in the truth or just a far away memory before she was pushed into the burning pits of the oblivion?