PROLOGUE

Sethara's studying better for her own reason. She always smile in a front of someone to hide what she really are. No one can make her truly happy, nothing can make her smile for real, no one can make her laugh without doubt about what's that someone truly want. But Sethara can cry clearly, truly and real when she heard-----

She has a 'phobia' about what happen a century ago under a beautiful crescent.