'BREAKING NEWS: Parker, Ashinson murdered by unconfirmed individual'

The funeral was disastrous.

No one showed up to your parents' coffins but you (name: Nordstern Parker-Ashinson). There was no last will or testament, because of how sudden they died. And you watched the coffin lower into the hole, slowly, slowly...

And then the voice in your head appeared for the first time, and spoke.

"Hunt him. Destroy the man who led you here. Do not let anything stop you from achieving the vengeance you deserve."

You suddenly disappeared out of the cemetery, hunting the streets. The bodies of people who tried to stop you littered the streets. And you didn't even look anything like yourself. Your entire body, including your face, was consumed by these red tentacles, leaving you with exceptional hearing and smell, as well as losing the need to eat, drink, or sleep, at the cost of little to no eyesight. A steal, if you ask me.

People began calling you the Manifest. A toy to Hatred. But a toy wasn't the right term. You were the only one who knew that. You were Hatred. And nothing anyone said would've ever stopped you.

You eventually stopped in front of a house. A modest looking house. But it had the faint scent of your parents' blood, along with the smell of stainless steel.