When you've endured the misery that I have, you eventually reach a point where the light no longer is able to reach you.

As such, the only way my kind is to survive is to rely on the darkness; the cold endless void is what conceals me from harm.

I am now a child of the void; a servant of darkness.

I am not evil; I am lost. I am a rogue; a Ronin. I am a dark warrior without a master; a dark warrior who wants to be good but struggles with my dark nature which was forged in shadow and fire.

I am darkness incarnate, but I am not evil. I struggle to find the light that can no longer reach me.

I am alone.