Hello. I'm about to die.

Cold and desolate. Those were the only two feelings my heart had harbored for the entirety of my life. Standing now on death row, waiting for my time on this desolate place we humans call Earth to end, I recall the moments that had shaped me into the psychotic monster hanging before you. I hear the electric chair taking the lives of my fellow inmates, but the countless atrocities that I encountered throughout the course of my unfortunate life made me apathetic to the screeches forcibly convulsed by my fellow clinically insane.

A father I never knew was my imperfect perception of a role model. A mother whose source of income was solely reliant on prostitution remained my only parental figure. The cards I had been dealt were bleak, but when she had given me up for adoption, a glimmer of hope, a diamond in the rough, if you will, had appeared before my eyes. My new family had cared for me the little time I had spent with them, but my impulsive tendencies had led me to abandon them in a matter of weeks, in a similar fashion as to when my parents had so suddenly left me. My first chance of redeeming myself had slipped through my fingers. My reckless actions would continue to haunt me throughout the entirety of my life.

Where's daddy?

ATTENTION!!!