Prologue

Could a heart become any bleaker?

How many times can a heart be mangled before it stopped beating? I've asked myself this question so many times. Surely, by now, it would have stopped beating. Surely I would have passed on. And yet...

And yet, I kept pushing forward. I don't know how I did it. I thought my heart was locked up through and through, completely engulfed in darkness, never able to surface. And yet I still felt the drive to keep going forward. What was it that kept me going? I searched, and I finally found the answer.

Hope.

I was quite shocked to have found this. I thought I had lost that feeling years ago. Damn these human emotions. I often find myself wishing I wasn't human, so that I wouldn't have to feel this pain, these feelings...

Someone please, I cry out from the deepest bowels of my heart. Someone, please save me...