When her father died, she followed Khun Ratchakritiya to come to the city, to meet love, to meet fate. She was an excellent weaver, and her beaded weave was truly unique. However life was not fair with her, and in her final days, she was falsely accused of adultery, black magic, and murder of her own child. This led to her death and her soul being forcefully imprisoned in a sand doll. Now she waits. Waits for the time when she can return and take revenge on the people who did this to her. The tragedy of today's world is that there is no tragedy as great as the tragedy of love.