Prologue

What defines good and evil? Is there a drawn line, or are we just all inherently what we are? Never in my life did I realize how important these questions would become. Thinking back, I see now how gray my life has been. Constantly caught in a never-ending knot of right and wrong, shadow and light. It is a seemingly endless fog that clouds the mind, confuses the heart and blurs our judgment.

I've known this haze; I've seen it in my dreams. I wake up, never quite understanding where I have been or whom I was with. The one thing I do know is him. He, who is the visitor in my dreams. He is the gray that I am bound to. He comes when the light has gone and the shadow is closing in around me.

Running… running… constantly running.

Though he is not the darkness. He is the gray. My friend and enemy. My visitor.