Everything's a blur now. I can hardly remember who I am anymore. All the dreams or hopes I once had, all gone. I feel like I'm sinking ever deeper into this dark abyss I call my life. Did I have a family? If I did, are they looking for me? When was I born? How old am I? Countless questions, more than my psyche can handle. All the torment is tearing me up inside. Darkness surrounds my very being. No, wait. There's something more. The moon. I can see it's light, illuminating my body. It speaks to me, answering only one question. My name. But what's in a name? What does my name tell me, other than where I could possibly be from? Why is everything still so dark? I need help, but the voice of the moon is already fading. I am alone once again. I scream and curse at the moon, demanding it tell me more, but it is silent. Suddenly my senses kick in. I feel the cold bitterness of the winter wind. I can feel the ache of it in my lungs. Screaming and cursing turn to begging. Please, I need more! I can't do this alone.... Don't leave me alone.... Begging turns to crying. Crying leads to sobbing. After no response, I give up, dejected. I hear a spark of laughter, distant and millenias away. I feel an ache in my chest, not of the cold. It's there then gone again, so fleeting. I'm left alone with the silence of the night and my ever darkening soul. New questions emerge. Why am I here? How did I come to be? What is my purpose? Do I even have a purpose? All I have is my damned name! A name no one has spoken in decades. A name no one remembers. A name everyone is scared of. I am Thanatos. I am the death bringer. I am death itself. I am Death, reaper of souls.