I am in the low docks for one reason only: to find the love of my past life and put her body to rest. I don’t know how we were separated, I don’t know how I died, I don’t even know her name or whether she lives, but I can hear her soul screaming in agony in every moment, waking or sleeping, of my new life. In dreams I can almost see her face, a face I could never describe in the most angelic of languages. Though I never see her fully, I know she is the most beautiful creature ever to grace this earth, gentle and kind and deserving of peace. The sounds of her suffering haunt me, grieve me, drive me to the edge of insanity. Drinking has long stopped taking the edge off. But her anguish increases with every step I take here in World’s End; I know I am close. I am nearing some great evil, the torturer of my love, and soon it will feel the wrath of every god this realm has ever known.