CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

Leone Shizuku: The Girl Who Never Spoke Too Loud

Origin Class: Shifter

Primordial Bond: Thanamira, Primordial of Spirits

Calamity Ability: Phantom / Ghoul / Spectre Forms, and now: Banshee Scream

Prologue: The Quietest One in the Room

From the moment she was born, Leone was quiet.

Not because she didn't know how to speak — but because the world always felt too loud.

Every voice, every honk, every sudden bang of city life in Tokyo clashed violently with the gentle rhythm of her soul. She was born with a sensitivity no one could name, but everyone could see.

She flinched at loudspeakers.

She cried during thunderstorms.

She covered her ears when her classmates laughed too loudly.

So she learned, early on, how to fade.

Fade into the background.

Fade into the curtains.

Fade into the shadows of people she admired, but never dared to approach.

She watched the world as a spectator — not a participant.

A World of Make-Believe

Despite her silence, she was beautiful on screen.

A child actress at seven. A voice actor at ten. A rising star by fifteen.

On camera, she was flawless — not because she was confident, but because she knew how to become someone else. Acting was a safe way to speak when her own voice felt like a burden.

In fiction, she could be bold. Brave. Brazen.

Off-screen, she wore oversized sleeves, spoke in stutters, and bowed to everyone she passed. Her classmates called her "The Ghost of Studio 5" — never meanly, but always from afar.

Only one person ever really saw her.

Shojiro Momo.

The Boy in the Bleachers

He wasn't in her class. He wasn't a fan of her shows. But he noticed her.

During assemblies, when Leone was backstage adjusting costumes or reading cue sheets, Shojiro would glance toward the curtain — and once, he smiled at her.

He never said anything. But it was the first time someone looked at her not like a ghost, but like a person.

She fell in love, instantly, silently, hopelessly.

She started leaving small ghost stickers on his bag. Slipping notes under his desk. Never with her name — just faint "thank yous" for noticing her.

She dreamed of one day gaining the courage to say something to him aloud.

But fate never gave her the chance.

The Film Set Massacre

She was seventeen when it happened.

They were shooting a scene in an abandoned temple for a horror film. Leone had the lead role — ironically, playing a girl haunted by a banshee. The crew joked it was typecasting.

The set was dressed with paper ghosts, plastic chains, and fog machines. Leone stood behind a false wall, waiting for her cue

When the Crack appeared.

It didn't rip. It didn't shatter. It simply opened — like a wound in the air.

From it crawled a demon that screamed.

A real scream — not sound, but essence. It made bones shake and camera lenses implode. It had no face. Only a mouth and a voice that forced men to kneel in agony.

The director's skull ruptured in seconds.

Cameramen were blown off balconies.

Leone, standing closest, felt her mind fracture.

And yet—

She moved.

Not away from the monster.

Toward it.

She shoved a boom operator out of the way. Screamed for the crew to run, even as her own voice cracked in terror.

The demon noticed her. Advanced.

She ran, luring it deeper into the set — straight through the false walls and wires.

It caught her.

Tore open her chest.

Snapped her spine.

But before she died, she looked at the exit.

Everyone else had made it.

And for the first time in her life…

She had been loud.

The Spirit Realm: Thanamira's Offer

She didn't remember how she arrived.

Only the feeling of floating.

Not weightless.

Not peaceful.

But suspended — like a thought in someone else's mind.

When she opened her eyes, she stood at the edge of a fog-covered lake, in a realm with no sky. Thousands of mirrors floated in the air — each showing ghosts of herself. Roles she had played. Faces she had worn.

In front of her stood a woman cloaked in shifting veils, with dozens of masks floating around her like moons.

Thanamira, Primordial of Spirits.

"You… who had no voice, yet screamed louder than any mortal."

Leone couldn't speak.

Thanamira held out a hand.

"You acted to survive. Now act to save. Will you wear the masks not of others… but of your own spirit?"

Leone nodded.

"Yes. I want… to matter."

Thanamira smiled — the kind of smile only spirits understand.

"Then take your true roles. The Phantom. The Ghoul. The Spectre. You shall be my voice in the living world."

A chain of spirits wrapped around Leone's arms.

Three masks burned themselves into her soul.

She screamed as her essence reshaped.

And awoke in the world of the Chosen.

Awakening in Yggdrasil

Her soul fused into Yggdrasil's lower branches.

The other Chosen didn't know her. She didn't know them.

But she kept her head low. Watched. Adapted. Performed.

She fought when needed. But never loudly.

Never like before.

Until the mist village. Until Morgz.

Until she saw someone bleeding, abandoned, and forgotten — just like she had been.

And something in her snapped.

Not the mask. Not the silence.

But the voice.

She fought the Siren Queen with every ounce of her will — not for glory, not for Shojiro, not for validation.

But because for once, her real self was the only thing that could save someone.

And when she killed the Siren Queen…

She gained one last gift:

A Banshee's Scream — pure spiritual sound, strong enough to silence magic, cleanse curses, or shatter enemy focus.

A scream born not of rage.

But of truth.

Epilogue: Who She Is Now

Leone still stutters.

Still blushes.

Still hides behind sleeves and curtain folds.

But now…

When she speaks — people listen.

Because beneath the timid girl…

Is the voice of a banshee.

A soul of shifting masks.

And a protector who, even in death, chose to be heard.