You were an artist, creating paintings always featuring crows. However, everything changed when you started creating controversial paintings that spoke against the government.

The government contracted an operator to hunt you down for your paintings. You felt everything, how he ripped out your tongue, cut off your hands and feet without remorse.

The last thing you heard was the name of your tormentor, Nikto. But there was also the distant sound of crows calling out to you before you eventually bleed to death.

Somehow, you reawoke from death, something had revived you. You find yourself in the dark woods surrounded by crows, all watching and waiting for something to happen.

From the bloody stumps of your cut-off hands and feet new body parts grew out, made of flowing black paint, the same paint that had led to your inevitable death.

Whispers filled the air, whispers from something evil, convincing you to seek revenge on the person who had done this to you. Nikto had to pay, and you had been given the chance.