After enough pain I had decided to give up. The being never attempted to do me harm and no one else could see it. I ran from town to town selling my sword. A scorned wife here and a pickpocketing theif there. Though after each town was helped I left, they only asked for my help because I was a worse monster than what they wanted killed. After countless towns and countless deaths I finally found someone who I didn't want dead. I was wandering through the marketplace looking for some bread or a job, whichever one happened first was fine. I heard this way to sweet voice as about me and my companion and turned around. I'd she looked like an angel but it wouldn't be true. She had long flowing dark hair, dark green eyes, and a smile that was all to fake. I asked her if she wanted someone dead, as that was what every one wanted when the spoke to me. She seemed taken back by the question and says why would I want someone dead? I say in an irratated voice then why are we talking if not to buy my sword? I was wondering about your deathwalker? I looked puzzled, what in the hell is a deathwalker? She points to the shadow that has plagued my life. Well great we know why your talking to me but we don't know what a deathwalker is. She explains that a deathwalker is your future self that returns to a younger version of yourself to tell you something important. Fast forward 12 years and we are now married with a 9 year old little girl and a 5 year old little boy. I still am a sell sword but I no longer leave a town when I kill someone, I also no longer kill everyone. I get a job to clean out a cultist camp. I kissed the kids and wife saying see you when I get back. As I walked up to the camp I could tell something was off, I snuck around the area and it was empty. After a few hours I went back, as I walked back up the road to my house I made a note that there are a lot of footprints on this road. As I my house came into view I noticed the door was off it's hinges. I readied my sword and walked in slowly. My son was the first I found, his sword in hand. My daughter was in her room, her bow was near and arrows where in the walls and floor. The arrows on the floor had blood on them. My lovely wife was in our room, her sword and sheild lay near. I wanted to weap but first would find out what happened here. I went into to for the first time. The town was still shaken from a recent attack. I found someone and asked what happened here. Theives and murders, they ran through and killed and stole whatever they could get their hands on. I looked at her handed who all did they. She looked up in horror remembering what transpired. She looked at me with honest eyes I'm sorry, my young friend. Your family was the only ones attacked. So now I look for who ever the killers are because they are in the sights of a monster.

Those who look into your eyes can see that you have faced unimaginable horror and that you are no stranger to darkness. Though they might fear you, commoners will extend you every courtesy and do their utmost to help you. Unless you have shown yourself to be a danger to them, they will even take up arms to fight alongside you, should you find yourself facing an enemy alone.