Life and death has no meaning to someone who has already been damned. I'm known for being cruel, and showing my cruelty has no bounds for there is no innocence. There are few I'm willing to even show mercy to but even then, I have my doubts about them. My reasons come from my past, and the hell I've endured for so long. Everyone has their breaking point, I met mine when I was a younger man. Before, I was soft to the world I was apart of. I had weakness, I had something that could be used as leverage over me. I was known for my intellectual capabilities, and my ingenuity. I was able to make money from the inventions, and repairs I made on machines. Good money, but it wasn't for me. I was 17, and I was taking care of my young sister who was only 13. Our parents...