It took meeting Death to finally feel alive. I didn't want to die. Unfortunately, I didn't have much of a passion for life either. Hidden behind the smile of my mask was a broken soul. Trapped in a purgatory of my creation, it felt like the freedom that Death's cold embrace would provide was the only true escape. On the night I finally stood before The Grim Reaper, face to face, it wasn't a fearful chill that moved through my body. Instead it was a lightning bolt of adrenaline that shook me to my very core. For an instant, the numbness had subsided, and I could feel again. In that moment together, he sparked a fire inside of me. A desire for something better than what I'd been settling for. Once he'd shown me what more life had to offer...he taught me that I deserved it.