What you see before you is a hollow shell, a young man who is barely human enough to be called that. from darkness and an abyssmal hell he came forth only to live out the days in his cold, creeping shadows...like a haunting spectre that you will never escape, walks he down the road of damnation. No goals or aims, just a plain life with aloneness and solitude in mind. Callous as a brickwall, emotion is word of which he's never heard of. As his hellacious existance continues he wonders...what if he killed God?
