Shadow Slave

In the Other World, there is a dark burning hole in the corridor of life; a realm between the Light and the Darkness empty of hope, breath, and the possibility of being. A plane so obscure; so filled with the refuse of the oppressed that to truly hear the screams and sufferings of those who wander, you must bend beyond understanding to feel the pulse of a monster's fears.

But have you ever wondered what happens when those weary souls go searching, seeking retribution millenniums old and thrice repaid? Who becomes their soul's great captor? Who is the collector of their flesh and pain?

My name is Rihker Tennai. In the Other World, sometimes it takes a monster to know a monster--and a half-breed to skirt the distance and the Darkness in Shadow Land between.