Evil is my second name. Heartless and ruthless is what made me. I am a killer, that even demon fear. I want to brace death, but somehow my soul keeps living on. My mission, my lively hood is based on the people I have to assassin. It was so easy to kill someone, so easy to end the last breath of a human. But, somewhere something was telling me, screaming at me. Doubts. Doubts that this isn't the end after death... A killer must kill, but what's going to stop me?