1 Prologue

Who am I?

I lost myself long ago.

Would it be wrong to call myself a martyr?

Headed to a place I don't know, with men as cold as snow.

I never asked for this, but my wishes don't matter.

I need a sign, just a single sign to drag me out of the shadows.

Never a believer, but for this I'll pray.

Grant me strength, for my life can't end this way.

I don't want to stay.

I don't want to stay.

I don't want to stay.

I am no martyr.

Martyrs are far too noble.

I, on the other hand, dream of a bloody murder.

I can't live this way, with a revolting arm atop my waist.

Who I am matters no longer, for all I need is to become stronger.

But how will I save myself?

Perhaps with that glowing light coming from the shelf?