Bitten By Death

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>If you saw his face you'd have a death wish too.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My life sucks. More accurately I suck-blood.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I woke up on a cold slab in a morgue two weeks ago with no memories and a new drinking habit that seriously cramps my ability to make friends.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now I'm hunting for answers in Sin City about my past and who I was but someone else is hunting </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>me</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>.</span></p><p><br></p><p>When Death himself comes to collect me I find myself facing the most magnificent terrifying being imaginable. Who knew the grim reaper wore a tailored suit and ran the most exclusive hotel on the Vegas strip?</p><p><br></p><p>He wants to hold me prisoner? Fine I will rattle the cage and make his life a living hell until I get my freedom.</p><p><br></p><p>And I absolutely cannot under any circumstances let him know his hand is wrapped around my soul.</p>