˗ ˏ Death is not an escape. ˊ ˗

Fog. The last thing I saw around me was a thick dark fog, I don't remember anything else. Suddenly I recovered, finding myself in the middle of a forest. It was dark and gloomy, with crows flitting through the trees. I stood up, helping myself by placing my hands still covered in blood on the ground. As I stood up, a whisper passed through my soul: “The Entity”. I don't know what it did to me, but I suddenly felt the urge to kill again.

[there aren’t all the killers and survivors. Read the “personality” section to see which ones I've included]