Who am I sponsor to himself? Where am I? I don't have any memory of who I am. What am I doing here? The flashes of dreams and the visions of him selling his soul to the devil or his army he cries out, sitting in the alley as he holds his Head in his hands. He is no longer human as he falls at his skin. His skin is pasty and the covers him. His cloak covers him from head to toe shrouding him in darkness and mystery when he walks around all you see is his green eyes.  His main target Terry
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