Prologue

" Please stop. " Inside a dark room, a woman with her hand cut laid on a small bed made out of wood. A man stood beside her looking at her with gleeful eyes.

The man's black leather jacket and pants were covered in the woman's blood.

" Haha. There is no need to stop. " The man reached for his pocket and took out a drill.

" NO NO NO NO. " The woman shouted at the top of her lungs, but to no avail, as the man put the drill on her forehead and pressed forward.

The woman screamed but the scream soon died out. The man's face, too, now was covered in the woman's blood.

The man stared at the woman on the table and smiled. No one would guess this innocent smile belonged to the, one and only, Kampier.

" The fire burns out and so does the world, the fires burn out and so does your soul. " Kampier smiled as he repeated this line again and again. After the 20th time, he finally stopped, looked around and walked out of the cottage.

In front of him, the grasslands stretched as far as he could see. Kampier looked and himself and thought 'I look magnificent.'

" It's time to move on now. There are exciting opportunities waiting for you in the city of new york, Kampier. " He said aloud to the wind. No one could hear him except the swaying grass, the flowing wind and the shining sun and none of them could tell anyone what they heard on that beautiful day.