Prologue – The Beginning

Nouraya Laylath Sawiris was the youngest and only daughter of the esteemed Sawiris family. A name that once carried honor and riches was now tainted by shame—all because of a supernatural encounter that was never truly her fault.

Act One – A New Fate

At twelve years old, Nouraya was known as an intelligent and resourceful child. She was well-liked in town, ired for her wit and charm. But everything changed on a fateful afternoon.

While crossing the street, a speeding car barreled toward her. Just as death seemed inevitable, an unseen force yanked her back to safety. That force was a poltergeist—one that had attached itself to her in an act of salvation. From that moment on, the entity, whom she later named Nagy, refused to leave her side, watching over her like a silent guardian.

But Nagy’s presence was not one of peace.

One day, at a Mosque, a group of boys decided to bully Nouraya for reading. Unwilling to tolerate their cruelty, Nagy lashed out. In an instant, the bullies were lifted off the ground, dangling upside down as if the air itself had turned against them. The monks were horrified.

They whispered "demon child." They told her parents she was cursed, unholy—her name, Laylath, only further fueling their superstitions. Laylath, the name of the first demoness, the mother of monsters. To them, she was no different.

And so, her fate was sealed.

Act Two – The Outcast

"Nour habibti, we’re sorry… but you can’t stay here anymore."

"But, Ma—where am I supposed to go? I’m only twelve!"

"It doesn’t matter. You’re a danger."

Her family cast her out.

With nothing but a few coins in her pocket and a ghost at her side, Nouraya was forced into the world alone. Nagy, for all his strength, could only watch.

"I’m sorry, kid," he murmured.

But apologies meant nothing.

The accident had done more than save her life—it had changed her. She wasn’t just haunted by Nagy anymore. Now, she could see them all. Spirits lingered in every shadow, whispering, pleading, desperate for help.

She tried to ignore them. She tried to make them go away. But they never did.

That night, as Nouraya stood outside the house, trying to process her exile, the front door slammed open.

"What the hell do you mean she can’t stay here?!" Alistar’s furious voice tore through the quiet.

Luxor followed behind him, eyes dark with rage. The brothers were always troublemakers, but at that moment, they were ready to burn the house down for her.

"She’s our sister!" Luxor snapped. "You’re really throwing her out over some superstitious bullshit?"

Their parents stood firm.

"She’s dangerous," their mother said.

"No," Alistar shot back. "She’s twelve."

It didn’t matter. The decision was final.

Alistar and Luxor stormed into their room, shoving clothes, money, and anything useful into a bag. When they found Nour still standing outside, tears brimming in her eyes, Alistar knelt and shoved the bag into her hands.

"Take it," he said, voice gruff with barely restrained anger.

"We’ll find you," Luxor promised. "No matter what happens. You’re not alone."

The brothers weren’t foolish enough to think they could fight their parents and win. Not yet. But they swore—one day, they would bring her home.

For now, all Nour could do was survive day by day.

Act Three – A New Purpose

Nouraya wandered for weeks, frightened and confused, shunned by every priest, sheik, and shaman she begged for help from.

"You must cleanse yourself," they told her.

"You reek of death."

But how was a child supposed to understand what that meant?

One night, overwhelmed by the ghosts that followed her, she collapsed onto the cold pavement, covering her ears, begging for silence.

"Go away… please… please!"

But then, a voice—calm, gentle—cut through the chaos.

"They won’t hurt you."

nour looked up to see a teenage girl, older than her by a few years, standing under the shrine’s light.

"Come with me. There’s always a place for you here."

Her name was Mayumi. And for the first time in months, nour felt hope, maybe there was more to life than being a demon to others.

That night, when a vengeful spirit nearly tore her apart, she ran—straight to the shrine, just as Mayumi had told her.

Act Four – The Future

Years ed, and nour learned to control and understand her abilities. With Mayumi’s guidance, she became more than just a haunted girl—she became a bridge between the living and the dead.

Now, she works at the shrine as a fortune teller, assisting ghost hunters and spiritual seekers alike. She no longer fears the spirits that come to her. She listens, she helps, she understands.

And through it all, Nagy remains at her side—her first protector, her oldest friend.

Even in death, he never leaves her.