Where the air is almost unbreathable and the water is just as poisoned as our souls. I have arrived in a cold desolate location full of only guilt and sorrow.

For the season never change. The sky remains its signature gloomy shade of grey, as though it is a mere imitation of our wicked black hearts.

There is no joy nor laughter here. If someone were to smile here, it defined as a sign of adaptation to such a place.

This is the Underworld.

Neither a place of the living or the death but a second chance for re-life.

Here my body is nothing but a sin. And my life a war. Only will redeeming my iniquity will the battle be won.

How--no, why am I here? I still cannot find the answer to that question. I always believed my wrongdoing would only lead me to a place much worst. But.........

Nevermind.

I assume you are wondering about who I may be. My name is Vivian Daine Alleramo. Or at least that is who I was. Here in the Underworld, it is almost as though I don't know who I am anymore...

Actually,

No one knows who they are anymore. Only what they once were.