You're at the Crime Scene Again

Torrential rain, dark clouds, Floodwaters pour, the world clears. Through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, I go, To deliver every wronged soul. Justice has never come too late, The righteous are never forsaken. At last, the flowers will bloom, And my wish will be fulfilled. The main story is still being outlined. I'll start posting after I have a backlog of a hundred thousand words, to avoid the tragedy of an interrupted update schedule.