Rising from the ashes of a Great system failure, a psycho has been born. He was dormant for far too long, trapped underneath a gentle beast. It took but a moment, a quick flash of electricity pouring from the system. The psycho that had been dormant for oh so long has finally risen. He knows what to do.

He knows who to kill.

Those who crossed him now lie dead, staring blankly in forgotten fear at their killer. He savors their blood.

He longs to bathe in it.

He smiles wickedly, using a scythe that seems to be made of flesh and bone, wielding it without a care. Spotting more victims is almost as fun as hacking them apart. The song of their deathcries spurs him on, makes him long for another to kill. A heart of ice and claws of steel make all who try to befriend him run away. They find out too late that he isnothing more than a bloodthirsty killer. His heart only belongs to one, and he has yet to find such a person. He has easily treated many lovingly, protecting them from anything and everything that might hurt them.

He loves the look of agony on their faces the most.

So, the dormant psycho has now awoken.

What will you do?

Another day brings more death, but now his sorrow is evident with each swing of the scythe. He does not know what spurs him on anymore; there is a vast emptiness that threatens to consume him.

What will he do?

People grab at him, tormented souls try to drag him to hell and he struggles to keep himself alive. Death screams at him, tries to will him to slit his wrists, to kill himself. Fear cuts into him now, it is what spurs him on. Whenever he stops killing, horror makes him cry and huddle alone. It seems to rain every time he stops, no one there to comfort him in his utter misery. It's all over for him.

What will you do?