Little Foxy - Life after death is not easy , especially when I still feel like a ghost craving to haunt. I resided deep in deceptions and the dark. Making a living in Arizona was easy though. The city hiding behind the beautiful Mountains of Brimstone - a paragon of beauty. But only few knew that this was a home to monsters. The horrors hiding behind the beautiful mountains , in the city , were just so mesmerizing. Horrors that are unleashed at night. I was not a good person. Never in my life have I mentioned I was. I could manipulate anyone to do anything I wanted. I could make them hurt , cry , insecure , laugh , anything. To an extent , I've made them kill. I could control anyone. I'd make them my puppet and play with them like a puppeteer. I loved it. I was the worst of human kind , cursed to bear a heart. But her. She. She could see past me. My words did not have any effect. It only made her more determined and stronger. I was completely powerless and bare in front of her. Though I could see through her. Her darkness. Her rage. Her potential. Her demons. Her insanity. She's been hiding. She reflected my soul. Now it's my core purpose , To make her inherit the game ...