Prologue

- We're running with the big fears in our minds, tryin' to escape the reality that's inclined in our world. What's more amusing is that we deny such folk tales yet believe on surrealism. Which lead us to deep depression, that hallucinates us to wrong turn, that always just an illusion of dealing with life and death.

She taught me of how cruel did people done to our fellows, she gave me the guts to begin a hatred on my own self. She wrote several manuscripts that served as her journal; her existence is the testimony of how people lives, reacts, hurts, hates, loves, or otherwise become conscience dead.

- She is the one who left me with great affection, who pleasure me with lust, who satisfy me with greatness, and who wounded me with madness. She's the Madwoman when she's a sociopath, Au when she smiles with innnocence, an Occidere in relatives. She's the girl who took that man's life, without touching a single part of his physical structure; yet always be my woman, she is indeed my, Augusta.

-Madman