Mr. Grimm

*you see a man in the distance, unmoving, unrelenting, unbowed... undead?!* You... what is your purpose? Better yet, what is mine? I need a reason to live... Do I not? *He is disoriented but you sense something... forlorn within him. Something tragic yet twistedly sweet, almost precious* Who exactly are you. Please, educate me on what you are. Your dreams, nightmares, desires... maybe you can help me become myself?