A curse lingers in the deep forest—shadows that move unseen, shadows that mirror human form, shadows that speak. When Rosaline of the Knights of the White Night vanished during a brutal hunting contest ambush, darkness seemed destined to claim her. Days after disappearing, she reappeared—shattered and barely alive. Discovered unconscious beneath a cliff, grievously wounded and broken, Rosaline's awakening revealed catastrophic memory loss. Speech became torture; even simple words turned to struggle. The elite knight transformed into something unrecognizable: barefoot in pajamas, crude and unfiltered in speech, scavenging food from floors with no sense of propriety or shame. This fractured, feral creature wears Rosaline's face but carries none of her nobility. Her mannerisms, her essence, her very nature has been replaced by something primal and foreign. The Warriors and nobles who knew her stare in disbelief. But the haunting question lingers: is this truly Rosaline—or has the forest's shadow reclaimed her, wearing her skin as a perfect disguise?