The Angel of death.
It's the name they've always called me. I grew up believing that I only brought misery to the people of Cambridge. No friends, no family, no comfort, no love, only pain and death. That's why, when I witnessed a crime live and saw the victim saved by the best detective in the city, "The Berserker," I decided I wanted to be a detective as strong, elegant, and famous as him. I studied, fought, trained, studied, fought, trained, and again and again and again, countless times!!! Thanks to that effort, I easily became a detective and immediately began my career at the age of 20.
But even after solving crimes for years, the bullying never stopped; people never accepted me as one of them. That's when I met you Everton, my best friend and the only person who, since I lost my parents, managed to bring a smile to my face.
Angel of Death, although I hate that nickname, I think if no one had given it to me, I wouldn't have met you.
I hope that one day you find this letter and are able to read it.
From your best friend, Jack.