Prologue

They're everywhere. Above every face I see. The numbers. They taunt me, telling me how long each person will live. No one else can see them , it's just me. And I don't have one. So, can I die? No. But there's another catch. I can't age, either. They drive me insane, every minute of every day. How do I get rid of them? Save someone who's numbers are decreasing. Into single digits.

Sorry about that. It's been happening a lot lately. My name's Alex Carver, and I am a victim of the numbers.