Cursed. They all took that information like an hourglass slips a grain of sand. I killed because I had to, not from wanting to. My bloodlust was too great, and I stood no chance at defeating it on my own. What happens centuries later when a group sets out to hunt me? Law enforcement that seeks my tainted soul to imprison me for my crimes. If only they knew the isolation I lived in already from being trapped in a void. I was only allowed out when it came time to claim my summoner. So, how would these men fare, knowing it was them who summoned my name next? Bloody Mary meant something different to everyone. With it being my name, I declared retribution for people to know my truths.