The Gods tear for me. They know that under the hot son, my brain will soon not be able to function with my body. I'll be dead within an hour. It's all his fault. The fat man with the rotund belly. He did this to me. He promised to bring back a loved one for me, but he really tried to sick a skeletal creature with my loved one's voice at me. I paid for it. This unruly hair of mine, the scars that contort me, and this new peripheral vision. I want from wealthy to bum in just one day. I was smart, being alone was nothing new for me, but damn was it tedious. The only upside to this is I no longer have to worry about dying; I'm already dead. I'm already dead...just like that fatso will be the moment I pry my claws through him. My name is Jami Nietz.
