Prologue One

The golden light of the dying sun falls on the silhouette of a being seated at a table. The shadows are strong and envelope in a shroud of darkness as it bends its head and types on. With each word, its hunch seems to lessen but the head is still lowered.

The sun sets.

Darkness is all that spills through the window, leaving only the light from the laptop screen to illuminate the bones in the figure's face. It's a pale silver-blue light and throws in stark definition manic eyes, a frown, and a desperation to prove oneself. The slim bone structure and the frizzy, wavy hair mixes in with the blue, turning almost white and for a moment the figure looks like a skeleton- corpse, a zombie working away. Turning, you peer into the face before reeling away in shock, one hand coming up to cover your racing heart. Your eyes hold the same crazy light, overshadowed by fear. The figure, that corpse-like sorry thing, is you.

Your lips open of their own violation as you try to back away, yet a morbid curiosity stops you. You scream.