Summary
I have no memories that go back farther then my worst nightmare. I've seen the darkest a soul can become. In a world that is supposed to be ideal, perfect, I've been in a living Hell for a thousand years: Hanging Dog. I live in darkness that overshadow's light. When I was asked to join the Soul Reapers, I only needed to know one thing: It's better then the cesspool you live in now.