The Sins of The Past Seldom Stay Buried

A young man walked through a recent battlefield, his eyes wide and mist filled. Countless bodies laid strewn across the barren field. The young man himself, drenched in both old, dried blood and more recent blood that still trickled down his body. "Is this all I am? Merely a tool of War used for another's dubious schemes? I can't do this anymore, I refuse!"