I was her brother. I was awake. I watched her die. And now I'm done. I've spent my life tortured by flashbacks caused by that blue eyed bastard.
I'm done.
It's time to get back. It's time for her Revenge.
In and out of mental hospitals because these memories torture me.
I'm done.
When her life ended, my story started. My story, dedicated to her life, one I hardly know but that caused mine to be a mess.
Her death directed my life. I must get rid of the cause of this pain. Blue eyes. Red blood. Black everywhere else. My memories are hazy. But they bring me this passion.
Passion for Her Revenge.