Never in this lifetime would I have imagined that so much anguish and hate could reside within such a confined space inside of me. It's as unpredictable as a turbulent ocean. As violent as an uncontrolled flame. As loud and deafening as a banshee's scream. One wrongdoing sends it into a frenzy of unchecked storms. The fury of hell itself set onto a warpath of injustice and torment. I lead the warband. My blade is tied to my hands, I can't run from it. I cut down everything in front of me. A slave to my own slaughter. I'm so sorry.
