TO ALL IT MAY CONCERN:
Do not read this.
Don't.
Don't even try.
I know I started it.
I know it was me that wanted to tell you the story in the first place- but don't listen to me anymore.
Don't read this.
Don't.
Don't, unless you're an idiot, a moron, a fucking fool.
Don't dive in.
Don't even blink.
What, you think you can handle it?
You think that just because you understood the story so far…
What?
You think you can do this?
Well, you can't.
You can't handle it.
This is too much.
This is just too much.
I have no choice; this is my story, my decision and I must go on.
I went into the painting, and I can't go back.
What?
You think you've seen it all?
You think-
Sirens.
Of course.
You already read about the sirens.
About Metus.
Rygor.
Balder.
So?
So what?
That was child's play.
All child's play.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Nothing compared to what is to come.
Nothing compared to the rest of tale.
Trust me.
You're not brave enough.
No one is.
Hell, not even I am.
And how can I?
How-
Well…
I've killed a siren.
I've wagered with a daemon.
I've stabbed the heart of wretched dragon.
I've rescued a reincarnated god.
I've watched the man I love die.
And now….
Now, I'm saving him.
I'm in hell.
The Underworld.
So yes, maybe I'm brave enough-
But no.
Not you.
Not you at all.
You have no idea what's coming.
You have no idea where you're going.
Take a step, and you fall.
And you fall.
And you fall, and you fall, and fall.
Fall, fall, fall.
Fall, with no end.
Fall, into the dark.
One more step, one more word, and it will take you.
It will consume you.
No.
No.
Don't be stupid.
You can't handle it.
You can't handle what is to come.
Don't read on.
Don't.
Please.
Don't try.
Don't even blink.
You can't do it.
You can't take it.
You're not strong enough.
But me?
What choice do I have?
I walked through the painting.
I fell to my death.
And now, I'm rescuing him from hell.
What do you expect?
I'm Joey Wolfe, after all.