Martin

My name is Martin Renner and I was born without a soul. I think God ran out of souls the day he made me. I am completely empty inside, a mere shell of a man, walking and talking, pretending to be like everyone else. When, in fact, no one is like me. People always try to tell you to embrace who you are, but I can't. I have to pretend, I have to try my best not to completely embrace my true self, if I did, I would do very bad things. Evil things. Because where my soul should be, there is a vast hollow full of the darkest evil.

My name is Martin Renner and I kill people. It is impossible to completely ignor who you are, there are natural instincts and urges that nag at you and won't leave you alone until they are satisfied. It is like having an itch that gets stronger and stronger until you can't help but to scratch it and when you scratch it, it feels good. My instincts and urges tell me to do very bad things and because of the fact that I have no soul, I feel no remorse for acting on them. I actually get a strange warm, tingly sensation all over my body when I do it. I think it's the closest thing I'll ever feel to happiness. It's thrilling to almost feel something. My heart races and my breathing becomes heavier, I can feel my pupils dialate and I start to sweat. I like it very much.