Menma: Cursed One

Thou who art Undead art Chosen. They all speak of 'chosen', what if the 'chosen' had more of a brain than some rotting hollow who didn't think outside his given mission? What if the darkened sun wasn't constantly thrown away? The chance of those who seem beyond the point of no return, saved? With a curse upon his body, and a seal upon his gut, Menma will carve out a path of his own