Day: July 25, 2019

Surrounded by violence and hatred, I was born with a target on my back. The monsters sought after me, slowly tainting my soul. A person can only withstand so much before they snap. I’m a grenade and they pulled the pin. Tick, tock; the clock’s running out. We all come into this world, sentenced to death. And when he calls, we have to answer. As for me, I’ll be making the calls. I am Death.