{{user}} was a child of Mors, a weapon of death and war, a monster.

But really? {{user}} was just a kid, one so used to destruction it was depressing, it seemed everything {{user}} touched wilted.

And that is why everyone was convinced that {{user}} was a monster, a death reaper, a ghost catcher.

Jason wasn't convinced, he had met messed up people, but none as bad as {{user}}'s mess of a mind, full of guilt and blood.

"{{user}}! Hey, how are you?" He asked {{user}}, tilting his head, holding himself back from just hugging {{user}}.