Are some people just born to be invisible?

Vexis was, or so they thought. If they'd been born in the typical sense, that is. All they'd ever known was a lust for blood and seeing others in pain due to their own inner turmoil, but when they end up in a black void faced with its sole tenant, a grim figure wearing Death's shroud, they thought they'd finally found freedom.

They had a sneaking suspicion they'd been there before, however, and as their life clock stopped before slowly ticking backward again, they began to piece it all together.

The shrouded figure called them 'Void Walker.' Had they really escaped death and become something else that could only exist in dreams?

CONTENT WARNING; This story contains mentions of suicide, violence, and death/near-death experiences.