I perceive the deceased.
But during this apocalyptic era, it's not unusual even for a blind girl like me to encounter such occurrences. Initially, I had dreams of becoming a fairy tale heroine, surrounded by adversity, but instead, I found myself entangled with demonic entities, reveling in chaos.
In a way, the unpredictability of the apocalypse adds a certain zest to existence. However, others don't necessarily share this perspective. I possess a unique ability - the power to grant wishes, unbound by traditional constraints.
I'm an untethered genie, longing for a modicum of appreciation. Humans consistently request mundane things – more sustenance, shelter, or vengeance. And I oblige, at a modest price. They trade away their desires, often at the cost of long-term contentment, for a fleeting satisfaction.
But before they realize the true value of their wishes, I've already moved on to my next recipient.
Yes, appearances deceive; I may appear young due to the harsh realities of survival. People advise caution, yet few offer genuine aid. But I'm never truly alone; my demonic companions continue to whisper support and affectionate reminders in my thoughts. For them, I'd do anything, even commit heinous acts.
To quote, "Life is a game," after all. Those who survive are fortunate; those who don't, not so much. It's all about the roll of the dice.
My final piece of advice: tread carefully when making your wishes, for they might come true.
My name is Hattie, and this is my world.
Would you care for a cup of tea?
