May my soul and spirit forever haunt you down these halls. Look down that corner, down the alleyway, I will be there. For I am hungry, and that hunger never quite ends in death.
A toast, to eternity, the only favour bestowed upon me. While they rest elsewhere, my purpose is still quite unfulfilled unfortunately. Interactions with me will be common. You will begin to understand as time passes.
May corruption hold your soul as tight as time's grasp.























