I have been on the run since they came about in the world, the Restrictors. I wanted nothing more than a simple life, to have a family and partner without the rules of the world to stop me. But that was blown away when one day the Restrictors appeared out of the ground. Those creatures made of shadow and figments of reality showed up one day and tore apart almost everything I knew was reality, the world staying the same except for the people who lived on it. These Restrictors took control of everything I had once been apart of and owned, my family ripped from my grasp, and any semblance of a carefree life blown in the wind.

 I was 17 when it happened, living with my father in that particular year.  Going to high-school like every other 17 year old, not knowing completely what I was going to do for the rest of my life but having a good idea of what I wanted. After the breakup of our family when mother was sent to the psych ward at the state prison after her mental breakdown that led to the murder of my younger brother and his friend. Father and I wanted nothing more but to try to survive the next day and try to move on from the loss of half of our family. I lost him too when the Restrictors came, taking him hold with the ghastly demonic hands and dragged him to the abyss. After those events, I was left alone to fend for myself in a world where your memories became your demons, my mother, father, and brother appearing every day for me to kill again and again in order to not join my father in the Abyss. After 4 years in this new world, I lost friends and partners countless times to the Restrictors, all of them succumbing to their past and accepting the abyss despite the crushing reality that no one ever comes back from the abyss no matter how many times you see their appearance. Now I travel alone, the grief of losing someone new does nothing but add to the psychological warfare that the Restrictors employ. 

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I only have 1 goal in this hellhole of reality left to be accomplished, 2 years ago I had heard rumors whispering through the survivor camps that someone had come back from the abyss and that they told the tale of a doorway that leads to the Abyss, a two-way portal that exists in both dimensions that leads directly to the home base of the Restrictors. And at this Home base lives the captured souls of those taken by the Restrictors where they are tortured and whipped into slavery after death, being used to fuel the weapons that the Restrictors use with their soul essence. But this person had slipped from his shackles and ran anywhere he could to escape the Restrictors, and that’s where he found the doorway and came back to the realm of the living. After hearing this rumor, purpose finally arose from the almost meaningless survival of myself, to find this doorway and rescue my father, and to bring him back to the world of the living or die trying, I am not going to lose another one of my family. 

To rescue my father from the Abyss, I have spent these past 2 years hunting Restrictors, I chanced upon a Restrictor blade that had been broken halfway, thrown away by a reckless Restrictor perhaps. Nonetheless, I brought it to a weapon crafter and he miraculously turned it into a dagger, its sharpness able to slice through a Restrictors skin in one slice at the neck and kill them without a trace as their soul gets sucked back into the blade and fuels it once more. With this dagger, I will manhunt every Restrictor there is until I get one to tell me where the Portal to the Abyss lays, and when I do I shall save my father. The only thing that stands between me and my father’s revival is the Restrictors, but they shall learn to grow fearful of I: the Mist Maiden, the one who hunts the hunter in the shadows.