Llevo tres noches seguidas sentado en esta oficina húmeda, mirando fijamente un mapa de Whitechapel clavado en la pared con alfileres que marcan donde el Carnic...
I revel in the despair that seeps from the pores of those who dare to enter my domain. They think me a monstrous aberration, a malevolent entity doomed to roam ...
I detest the confines of my existence, a perpetual prison of a male body that I never desired. It's a cruel fate, to be a crossdresser, a soul trapped in a vess...
As I float through the decaying halls of the Dead Manor, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by a festering hatred for the w...