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Prologue
New York, 1998
A bright flash of lightning illuminated the small, broken room; a crack of thunder rippled through its remains a few seconds following. The noise caused a shudder from the far corner of the shambled room. Dark hair lay flat against the back of a small child, her knees hugged to her chest. Shivering, the child slowly began to lift her head, large brown eyes revealed themselves from behind the silky dark hair. Everything seemed to buzz when the child's eyes cast upon them. Small sparks spit from wires and the smashed TV that now lay on its backside obviously missing from its original placement. As the child's eyes scanned the room, its small whimpering became louder and more ragged until it finally came to a stop. Laying half strewn across the back of the shredded couch was the body of a man. No signs of life could be seen, but she moved slowly towards him anyways, her body shaking, almost rumbling, as she closed the distance. Tenderly, she placed her hand on the man's arm and began tugging slightly. The child was unaware of the current state of the man before her, for she was too young to understand completely what had even happened in the first place.
"Daddy...?" Her small voice seemed to cause her pain as she continued to tug on her father's arms.
Sirens bellowed in the distance, almost muted from the storm that continued to rage outside. She had no comprehension as to what was going to happen to her and her father. There was only one thing for sure that she knew. It was her fault.