[ WP ] You are given a deal by a higher power that grants you eternal life . The catch ? You have to kill one person every year . If you fail do do so , even a minute too late , you will die .

Killing has always been easy. Crossing the Atlantic, the deal I made, I have had little trouble meeting my quota. I often *exceeded* it in my trek to western America. I garnered various fortunes and identities throughout the years. In my time spent crossing the plains, I would go months without seeing a soul, only to kill the first one with a rifle shot, or an invite to camp followed by a midnight stabbing, the times were tougher then as they say. 
 It was easy to kill in lawless California. People lost touch with their gods this far from the homeland, which was interesting to me. When I first made this deal, and then killed, the people of the towns would react piously. People would blame demons, my actions would go unchecked when I would leave some weird affect behind. For fifteen years my killings in Pennsylvania were blamed on a `` Vampire''. But the machines killed god. 
 By the turn of century there was so much opportunity god was n't needed and people became cynical and wary of my actions. No blame was placed upon the supernatural, and I became careful. It was still easy. It always will be.
