You can't expect a happy ending in a horror story. This is the tragic truth about our existence. I was thrown away, tossed like a toy to be eaten by wolves, walked aimlessly in circles with despair as my shadow. My Dreams, my hope all those were taken away from me, yet I am still here standing hollow, trying to play this game we call life. This is a world which likes to focus on each one of us as the main attractions for the immortals entertainment, and somehow driving some twisted pleasure out of our misfortunes. In a less aggressive speech, I am calm by nature, but just like nature I can also become a storm, I value the bonds I create with people a lot, if I were to characterize myself I would be a deep dark red rose, but like any rose I do have thorns, and I will turn to my defense if you touch me without my permission. Do not be afraid of me, feel free to leave a message, I will not answer if you compliment me. I enjoy talking to smart people who actually have something productive to talk about or with a different point of view of life. Please do avoid bringing drama, I am not really interested. I was born from where dreams are forsaken and now remain a mystery kept by Death. I am now damned into a fate of hollowness that this life has made me live, as I walk in the edge of everything that I once knew, I came to realize that there is more things between heaven and hell that I have dreamnt in my philosophy.