Bloodstain

In that moment all fear was gone, all instinct of hesitation now absent, all sense of humanity dead. He was no longer a victim, no longer righteous and free of sin, no longer a man. Who he once was is now drowning in the puddles of blood he left behind, silenced by the screams of the souls now haunted in that building. He was no longer bound by morality. He was no longer confined by humanity. He was now the vigilante known simply as Bloodstain.