Keeping Nathaniel's competition, I became the Ace at twenty five too but it didn’t change a thing- it was only a title, the work was the same.

I had everything except voices.

Years passed, I lost myself, I closed myself entirely in a box over time. All I needed was blood, screams for solace. I wanted no drugs, no woman, no relationship, nothing but torture.

I thought I would remain like this forever- I was wrong.

When I turned thirty I met a fairy one day who was going to open the chest I locked and buried.

I was building another branch office for our surface work and whose company...