Shattered lives and lost memories... Kyron... Kyron... It's a name that whispers to me in the dark corners of my mind. A name that seems so familiar. I think It's mine.

I think it's my name, at least... Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.

My name is Kyron.

And I am dead.

Or undead. Or whatever this existence is now... I'm a walking bag of bones, despite feeling my heartbeat.

At least, I hope that's my heartbeat...

Maybe it's my mind's way of coping with this. Better to pretend than face cold, hard reality.

But now, I am this... Something most people would call a monster. The unenlightened and ignorant, at least.

So feel free to hate me and demonize me... Because I know in the end, when I die for the second time, I will be judged for what I've done.

Not who I am.