My name is Jorm. I think. I woke with an incessant tapping from a seemingly endless dream, dragged myself from the Ubenfold canals to discover that I am undead, and as such, I am legally little more than property. As my memory returns so does my empathy for the downtrodden, as well as my need for vengeance. For my death was not a gentile one, and those who have wronged me have gone unpunished for far too long.