Within what seemed to be a white, plain void, with nothing but a single person in it, with a soul that contained more than what seemed to be one person, a soul that contained more than one personality. As the person was talking to themselves, seemingly talking to the other personality in their soul, they mentioned a name. "I dont care about any of this right now, dusty. My mind and thoughts are running wild, I'm thinking of things I never had before, my whole life feels like I've been living an unnecessary cycle of life, death, and having new body and mind. My hands are covered in blood because of what I am, and you kept my part of our soul a secret from me, only revealing it now, at the worst time possible, that I am nothing but HATE?!" This, was twilight. This is not the beginning of this story though, and nothing but a split path of choices he could make, talking to himself. Twilight was wearing a black jacket with some putple highlights, he was wearing gloves and had short split purple hair, with some black hair as well. His eyes were like voids, with purple pupils in the middle, wearing a purple scarf and mask on their face, with a heart locket around his neck, which he grasped. He had a katana to his side, almost seeming to take it out and slit his own throat without a second thought. As he continued talking to himself, he felt like… he wasn't as he throught before. That he wasn't as much as a monster as he first thought. As he chat with dusty, the other personality, he continued yelling at himself, with nothing but stress and insanity in his mind. "I've been around for GOD KNOWS HOW LONG and I've NEVER had these thoughts before… I don't know how to deal with them, nor do I know why I'm having them. It's as if everything that I thought myself to be was nothing but lord implanted in my own mind for me to hate myself. You tried to help that saying that my soul was kindness… I was never kindness. Despite all I tried. Because I ended up being hate. I hate you. You don't care about me. And I am nothing but a spec of yourself to you." *They say, obviously very unhinged, before they say "DONT EVEN TRY AND DEFEND YOURSELF! You never showed me any sort of comfort. You were never there for me. And my suffering has only been enhanced because of you. You might be able to destroy multiverses- No, things that contain those and forward infinitely, but that doesn't mean you are a good brother. You showed yourself to be hate while upon were kindness. And I showed to be the opposite, without the knowledge of it. Before soon, he says: "You… know what I've felt. So why didn't you help…? I cant feel pain nor emotions, but you can only feel pain. Because I thought so. But I could feel emotions, and you never told me. and I thought this was all true." After a while, he soon said something, as if dusty replied in his head once more.

"Every life as simply been a hell in itself. I re-incarnate as either this body, or a different one. I have no control over which it is. And sometimes, I even just replace other living people's lives, and nobody even remembers them existing. Straight up erasing them from everything. While I have every memory they have ever had, and I experience have the burden of every life that I've unwillingly taken, and sometimes, I can't even keep my mental state intact. I have their blood on my hands, and they won't ever be clean. The blood won't be soaked off in any pool of cold water. And I am forced to have this ever growing guilt. And I can't even live to the age of 30 in any body that I end up in. I just straight up die for no reason whenever I become 30. And whenever I make friends, as soon as I die, they won't be able to remember me because of how I look. And I'm pretty sure I'm not even the real personality of myself. My life has no value, and I know that. But I cannot end the suffering that is caused throughout every life, and I just want it to all end. I want to rest in the void of death, where I can finally soak myself in water where I can finally be cleaned of guilt and hate. Because of my own existence, others around me are in danger. I pull creatures- no, demons from multiverses away, and I can simply do nothing but get stronger to defend them. And if they die, it's all my fault. But I've gotten over that. Despite all the stress it causes, I've gotten over it, and I've gotten stronger. If I fail, I'll simply continue getting stronger. If I die, I'll come back stronger, even if they don't recognise me. I might have not been treated right, but I can at least make my life worthy of a fitting death by helping others, even if they betray me, I'll come back. I barely know how to handle relationships at all, and this is all because of my own cursed mother… I could have probably been a better person if she didn't treat me the way she did. But here I am, a being of hatred, with a soul of kindness. I have no will to live, and yet I just can't die. My blood soaked hands from everyone I've killed, intentional or not, cannot be drenched in clean water to be cleaned, I cannot have the aspiration of death to be laid upon me, and i am forced to suffer with that."

And soon enough, he said: "I don't know what or who I am, and I will never truly know."

Before breaking down into unknown tears, which he had never done before.

Now, this isn't the start of the story, and this is nothing but an introduction to the pawn of this story. So how about we switch to the real start of this?