I am no angel.

He made sure of that.

Him.

The one who killed us all.

Yeah, it started out as a normal day, just hanging out with some friends. Then suddenly we took a wrong turn and ended up in the bad part of town.

We were lost.

Another wrong turn, and we were face to face with him. This guy was tall, dark, and ominous, no matter how cliché that sounds, it was true. He had some kinda creepy smile, not to mention a knife in one hand.

He had us trapped, our backs to the wall in the dark alleyway. One tried running past him - and took a knife to the gut.

At this point, we all knew we were done for. Yet we all screamed and cried, no matter how useless it was.

And he finished the rest of us off.

And now I'm here, stuck in this world instead of up there. A ghost, trapped for who knows how long. Forever lost and alone.

He'll be no angel.

I'll make sure of that.