Prologue

Thirteen people hide their secrets.

Twelve of them became the victims

as they realized the dangerous truth.

"One of us is missing."

"Every day I get up and pretend I'm okay. You're all blind, spoiled wrecks! I swore to God, I'd make you die, but this time, I'll take you all down with me."

"It's my fault, I should have known. I should have seen it coming. I could have saved her. I could have saved us all."

"Wait! I have a confession! I need-it can't-no-don't go! Don't leave me-please!"

"I regret nothing and I never will."

"I'm sorry! I had to! Y-you don't understand, please. I had no choice, my-"

If only they had realized it sooner. If only the truth wasn't so dark, so simple, laying right in front of their terror-filled eyes.

"You think you're the best, don't you? You think you're so great? Just wait and we'll see who comes out alive."

"You think this is easy? No, you have no idea what it's like! The pressure. The weight I carry. People climbing all over me. I can't take it! I'm breaking and crumbling and you're doing nothing to help me-NOTHING!"

"What can I say? I'm just going to do my best to become a legacy, and bring pride to my family….and hope that nobody else has to get hurt. I can't handle that. Not again."

"I play what I feel. Music is my life. I was born surrounded by music, and I'll die surrounded by it, too."

"It's all about precision. There's no room for mistakes. Mistakes that can haunt your life forever. Mistakes that get you killed."

"Don't you know? Humanity can pretend to be evolved and welcome to all, but everyone feels hate. Everyone feels disgust, everyone does something that isn't 100% right. Even when we know it's wrong. Cause no matter what, we're human.The worst creatures on Earth."

But death can be so captivating. Rich with beauty. Full of laughter. Such silly ideas….it's all so amusing, really.

"People always make up so many stupid theories that it all blurs together until nobody knows what the bloody truth is. I shouldn't care this much. I know I shouldn't. But…I do."

"I know you say everything happens for a reason but superstitions aren't fake. Broken mirrors, black cats, Friday the Thirteenth. Speaking of which...that's today."

Do you want to play a game?

"Tag." Bare feet leaving bloody footsteps in the grass.

"I CAN'T DO IT I CAN'T-NO DON'T GO DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE YOU'RE A COWARD AND I HATE YOU-"

"You're it." The fire starts to spread.