A man whose existence was reduced to only one, the murder at the behest of the one called Death. I gave her my soul, having concluded a contract to save my family, having gone through many lives and rebirths. I killed for her, brought souls and shed rivers of blood, moving towards only one goal - To find peace and see relatives. And now, to the cry of the crowd, thirsty for blood and spectacles, I go out for my last fight... But why then is my belief that she will keep her promise not so strong?