I was born with a sickness that can't be cured, and I've been getting better at slowly getting worse. I’m no longer all alone. I have a family now. They're not afraid of what I am. They nurture my sickness, cultivate and help me control it. For a short time, things were close to perfect. Now, someone wants to ruin us. They want to take them away. I'll fix everything they dare to try and break. I'll make them perfect in the throes of decay. This is a companion to Depravity.