Origins

Death is something that catches up with all of us sooner or later, but most have their fair share of it well spread over their lives; I didn’t.

I’m not even old enough to get a driver’s license yet, but apparently I’m good enough to save the world. Not because I’m special, that’s what people always hold against me, but because I’m interchangeable.

To be honest, I never intended to turn into someone memorable, but a god went mental, so a disturbing prophecy decided that I should take care of it, because everyone else doesn’t give a damn.

So strap your seatbelts on and bring an umbrella, it’s going to get bloody.