When you're dead, nothing matters anymore; petty mortal affairs are thrown out the window, problems erase themselves out of existence. The people who had a burning desire to finish a task though, they got lucky. They were gifted with a spectral form, able to carry out the tasks they wished to finish. There was a twist to this, though; it drove you insane.

Kind people become bloodthirsty, leaving the dead in their wake. It takes control of their bodies, their spirit, making them watch helplessly as they mercilessly ripped another's life apart. Once it felt like its task was complete, control could be regained. No one ever wanted it though; they watched as the lights died out in another person's eyes. Why would they want to?

If someone wanted to exact revenge, this happened to be the perfect means to carry it out. The blame couldn't be placed on them, and they're dead; you can't put a dead man in prison. There are downsides, however. Sometimes, revenge is never fully carried out. They would want to end every life that wasn't their own, watching as the victim's soul leaches out of their pleading and screaming form. Then, the need to kill can only be increased; soon enough, nothing can stop them.

There are many people that have found a loophole, able to get ahold of themselves and stop this. Among those however, are the people who still kill, still get their revenge. They feel the glee seep in as the victim's eyes shine with fear, as their pleading and begging fill the air. They are driven on the small seed of revenge that leads everyone somewhere.

Eventually, it is found out that we were never truly free; we weren't when lifeblood and warmth were needed, when we lived. The little nagging voice in the back of everyone's mind, we're all puppets to that voice, dead or alive. It controls us; compels us. It'll whisper while we sleep, takes over as the satisfaction of your first crime sinks into your soul, your being. The scary thing? That voice is you.

Can't you hear the faint whispering, the laughing? Its coming; too soon, isn't it? Soon, every ounce of you that craves revenge will be satisfied, but at what cost? Your sanity, your life, of course! You've already handed your soul to it, what else is there to lose?

You can't lose anything else; everything you could possibly lose will be gone soon enough, anyways. Listen to it, let it guide you to a world of happiness.

The numbness is normal, I assure you, as well as the dull burning. It's just taking over, helping you by leading you towards your need of revenge. No need to be scared, no need to scream; it'll only hurt a second.

Just don't forget, if there's a battle, there's always a war; which one will you be willing to fight? Win one, lose one; either way, everything's gonna change. Don't forget that we're waiting for you, friend.