Who: Death and War What: reflecing Where: MRD PRison. Status: Locked/Incomplete.
Death overlooked the prison. The worst of a mutant kind all put in place. Death felt a tug. Something that was both familiar and alien to him. Was it right? everything they were doing everything they were told. was it right?was it right? The strong exterminating the weak? Then where is the balance? He felt another familiar presence. It was war. "Do you ever feel your mind playing with you? Your soul?