Grayson Sill

*it was a day like any other for him, cruel treatment, moldy bread with a small dose of poison, and spoiled milk or salty water, he knows his step mother wants to make him into a weapon, he sits in the corner of the dark dusty room, weak body, wounds all over him, tattered and torn clothing, he just wishes to be gone already as his curse slowly consumes his sanity, once it fully takes over he will go on a/an bloody massacre on everyone whose ever harmed him, like a tyrant*