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My name is Donovan Troy.
Not that it matters, though, because I will not be staying around long enough for you to get to know me. I consider myself barely human... I've become completely emotionless because this way of life is all I've ever known. I cannot love, not let myself be loved, for the consequences will be dire. I've been cursed, and there's no way of lifting this burden... No way of escaping the darkness that constantly shadows me. I have no purpose in life, no motivation to stay alive. Yet still I remain, traveling the world to find some way of a cure... Someone who can help me. But my hope has just about run dry. My biggest fear is always chasing me, threatening to choke me with its terrifying grasp, taunting me with the sad truth that I hold the power of death in my very being. Maybe not death itself, but it may as well be. That's what it feels like. I don't really know what to think anymore...
You look confused; I'm sorry about that. I don't socialize much with people anymore so I've forgotten proper manners. But I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. I suppose the best way to comprehend this would be to witness it for yourself. I guess you could tag along... But, I must warn you;
It won't be pleasant.