“[... Kinda wonder if I should cover up the scar on my throat somehow ...][. People always commenting on it makes me feel like shit .][- Like, yeah, thanks for reminding me of -]”

> Pause, and sigh.

> Peer at the pendant curiously.

> You’ve paced up and down this street at least half a dozen times. Aelynn’s hideout is on this street, and you can’t seem to find her anywhere else...

> But you don’t want to bother her here, and you’re still not...Quite sure what you heard yesternight was real. If you did try to accidentally kill her, would she even want to see you? Would she think you were crazy if it wasn’t actually her? Would she get mad to see you here?

> This isn’t like your normal killings. Instead of seeking out lowbloods, torturing them with glee, you desperately attack anyone you see. You’ve taken some injuries, which would normally make you realize it was time to stop and wrap things up. But, this time, you’re not scared. You don’t care if you die. In fact, it’s probably better for everyone if you do. It’s not like anyone will miss you.

> Sure, some people will mourn you. But miss you? No, you’re not the kind of person anyone would miss.

> You pause in the middle of the street. Your chest heaves from exertion and you’re shaking so much it’s a wonder you’re still on your feet.

Nervous laughter bubbles in your chest and blood oozes from your lips. Is this the proper reaction to getting stabbed between the ribs? Probably not, but since when have you ever been proper?

> Well, you are in a great mood. There’s a spring in your step and you hum as you bounce along down the street...And you grab another freshly-killed corpse to drag to the side so they’re not blocking the marginal amount of traffic that does come through here. You’re near the slums, so most of the trolls in this area are lowbloods. You’ve killed four already.

> Just your luck, even- Another lowblood comes stepping out of a side alley and freezes at the sight of the sudden carnage, but by the time they’ve turned their head to look at you, you’ve already begun to use your voodoos.

> They don’t move as you approach, and smiling, you raise your arms to slowly caress their cheeks with hands sticky with blood. They flinch when you touch them, but they slump, not reacting as an overwhelming sense of hopelessness freezes them to their core. Your voodoos are powerful, though their effects sometimes backfire, and you cannot look away from your target.