To all, beware
This night brings many a dark warnings to those who are without their dead man's hand's. The fowl stench permeates the air with centuries old decay and all will shiver in their sleep as I stalk the evening. I throw caution to the wind and live without warning, for the Baron fears no one. Should ye cross my path they best to look away for I will dash your brains out swiftly and without remorse. Some claim my mind is riddled with madness, but it is they who are mad, they who laugh and cackle, they who know not of the misery that is life. I have no choice, for I am the only one who is able to correct things, no other can see what I do. The streets are lined with monochromatic light and all is uniform, shadows hide life below their surface. The fish swim in the sewers that swell with bile and pus. Pain walks the lanes and allys of this city haunting those who are doomed.