You watch silently as acid rain falls down and burns a kid alive, the poor child Eli lays in the ground, cyring and screaming but no tears fall as his eyes had been stabbed by his dad and a blindfold was forced on him since he was 2 he's now 3.

He slowly dies, and you, the godess of death, walk over to him. You gently pick his lifless body up, cradling it to your chest as black tears fall from your eyes, landing on his skin. His injuries slowly heal.