Myriad Worlds: From the Start, I Had a Knife, but It Turns Out I Was the One Getting Knifed?

You can hear the final roars of living beings, taste every ounce of fear, and become the agent of slaughter.

Or you can fight for hope, seeking only the faintest spark of light in the void.

As I walk the boundary of reincarnation, my shadow ferries souls across the River of the Underworld.

Every outsider is welcome here…