In the morning, we would fight under the sun. When night came, we took the fight to Hellsgate. A Northerner's life was one of constant battle.
While my people lived on the brink of extinction, the rest of the world had a different approach. They slowly suffocated the humans to force them to become better Reapers. But the way they did it had no sense of urgency.
This disconnect led to misconceptions. None of those who became Reapers knew how high the stakes were. I saw this personally during the July enlistment. Humans with no combat experience were helplessly devoured by the living dead.
I was both disappointed and appalled by the Southerners I met. They lacked virtue, drive, and focused on lust, greed, and pride. If that was all the world had to offer, there was no hope for my people.
But there was one exception.
He was dazzling as he fought like a rabid animal.
I was captivated by both his ferocity and his kindness.
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