Reborn!: Gray

I clawed my way up from the very bottom. Death, pain, and killing have always been my companions. I care about nothing, be it sin, filth, or an endless river of suffering. I lie in wait in a corner of the darkness. Stained with colors mingling light and shadow. Our lives are as cheap as dust. Just like all those stained by time, endlessly toiling and struggling to survive. Defined by labels, we are like shadows, widespread and utterly disposable. Our lives are filled with mottled shades of gray. This is a joke. Just a cute little prank. Short story. Undergoing major revisions. Anyway, ignore timeline bugs and plot holes and just imagine whatever explanations make sense. This is only an idea. Theme: