Each drop of Elichika's blood transformed into a sparkling golden coin when exposed to the air. There had been no end to the avaricious scoundrels that used her, lacerating her fair skin with ugly scars. Her heart in turn had been irreparably damaged, making preserving her sanity a herculean task. At last, she uttered a curse each time her blood was shed that would afflict all who touched the coins made from it with an agonizing death.