Death. What is death? Is it a release or a punishment? Well, if you die and then wake up with the blood of a killer running through your veins, what do you think it is? Yeah, thought so.
What did I ever do to deserve this punishment?
I thought I was dead. Then I woke up with that wretched dark mark on my wrist. I was afraid. I screamed in pain. What the heck was going on with me?
A woman in short red hair came running towards me. She held me down, "It's okay, it's okay." I heard her say through my screams. It's okay? No, it's not okay if I suddenly raise from the dead and don't know who I am, or where I am.
After a while, I calm down and fall back asleep. This is where the journey starts.
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