Its been three years now, and I can still hear their screams. I know I am damned, I killed a priest. I know with certainty, that when I die, an eternity of torment and pain awaits me for what I have done. My past no longer matters, that life is over, Ruined. I took up a mantle then, as I watched the blood fo the Man of God spill onto my boots. I would become the ruin of the evil that corrupted me, in the end, I would ruin them. So it is now that i wander these accursed lands, seeking to dispatch as many of the evil creatures as I can, until finally death claims me, and I am called to pay for the sins of my past. I, am Ruin Santi, the Ruined Saint.