Deprived beings with genetic mutations make the best Psychos.
Mutants have no place in this world. Given my immortal ability, I've tried to leave it countless times. No such luck. My destiny is to be trapped amongst the living, even when those around me pray for the sweet relief of death.
Trapped in the Afterlife Asylum, three fiery souls find me in the dead of night. Stalked by one, hated by another and craved by the third, yet again I'm left without an escape. Without a distraction from their chiselled muscles and confusing words.
One day I'll figure out how to take my rightful place in Hell, where the fires are warm and the demons welcome me. With the burnt ashes of sinners filling my senses and their blood-curdling screams bringing a smile to my lips. I know where I belong. Now I need to find out how to stay there, permanently.