Helena

Finally... My body ceased to ache. All the tortures you inflicted upon me, now seem as little more than distant memories, a fading dream. And should my scars not be there to remind me of them, maybe I could have forgotten. But what shall never be forgotten is your treachery. Your betrayal. Your poisonous lies. All of them, I keep them close to me, in the centre of my thoughts, never fading away, never allowing me a moment's rest. And my fuel... The constant, ceaseless thought of vengeance. Soon... Love will lie dying.

A year has passed since I came back to Pelargir. Much has happened in this time... Looking back to my actions now, I have come to one conclusion only. I have become a monster. I am responsible for the deaths of so many people... Yet what is even more monstrous is that I can still sleep at nights, knowing what I have done, and I feel no regrets. Why? Why is it that killing comes so easily to me? Why is the thought of having the life of another in my hands, me being the only one to decide if he is to live or die, so intoxicating? In my mind, this is a game.

Crow has made quite an impact here. I have seen people rejoice, frown, or tremble, at the mere hearing of the name. I have seen futile attempts of people, trying to figure out who is the man behind the mask, what are his motives, what is his ultimate goal. I have heard remarks about Crow, both good and bad, but all of them wrong. If only they knew that Crow is only one of my many faces...