La Fase Giuridica Destinata a Succedere a Francesco Carrara Lettera (1889)

My parents died when I was an infant. They were murdered. My aunt and uncle raised me. They loved me and I them. It’d been 20 years since the witch trails that scarred Salem and I could think less of it all. I was 16 and falling in love. My heart seemed to skip a beat every time John looked at me. And then his brother died and I, unknowingly brought him back. My happy existence wilts in the heat of supernatural flames as I realize what I am. When I’m cut, in an instant I heal. I bring people back from the dead by willing it so with my touch. I’m not human, but I am NOT a witch. The lives of everyone I hold dear are at risk because of what I am and what my parents were. What happens when their murderer comes back in search of me?