I was born into Death's cradle, but was (un)fortunate enough to survive.
Escaping Death, tempting Fate and what she had laid out for me, I wander through a life not ordained for me...
No destiny...No goal...No path leading to an end...Hopeless.
Fate has nothing written for my future. A future to an existence that should've ended days after being born.
A perpetual fog surrounds me, the way forward is vague, the past even more remote...
Wandering until Fate and Death realize their mistake...and correct it.
-BH