A pearl encased inside an oyster, deep inside the ocean is always precious but its value decreases when its extracted, ripped apart from its source and tossed from one palm to another.

Karma was the personification of a pearl once, she had endured what others would not even had a small idea of, pain and pleasure, it was like a drug to her, the more Karma endured the lethal her brain became.

The pressure of the world throwing stones at her dignity and the constant battle to herself where she hated her soul to the extent to stop looking into the mirror, she sure had come a long way. Now...