My rancid blood whispers to me: kill, kill, and kill again.
My ruined body yearns to reap death in this world, and when this foul Urge calls, it possesses my whole being.
Injured beyond repair, I know nothing besides this: I must resist the Dark Urge, lest it consume my mind.
I must discover who I was, and what happened to me. Before my twitching knife-hand writes a tragedy in blood.