This is the final product. I hope.

I don't own anything in the HNKNA fandom. I do, however, own the main character and the concept for this story.

Edit: Notice that there has been quite the change in this.

Prologue I

"Why didn't you save me?"

"How could you?"

"Why?"

"You promised…"

"Liar!"

"You said you would protect us!"

"You didn't protect us…"

"Why…?"

"Why?!"

"WHY?!"

The voices constantly haunted my sleep and waking dreams. In this black abyss where time was non-existent and the only thing around me was darkness, they were the only things other than my own thoughts that kept me company.

Along with the images of a burning city and tower.

In what I knew was a twisted sense of irony the voices and the violent, burning scenarios were what kept me sane in this endless void. They prevented me from drowning in the silence that would have completely cut off my senses. They managed to ground and prevent me from being consumed by the shadows. Though admittedly it almost wasn't worth it.

The very thing that was preventing me from being completely cut off from everything were the echoes of people's suffering. Sometimes I even wondered if I would be better off without them, even if it meant it would just be me and my own thoughts.

And the ever lasting silence and darkness.

But the burning city with the tower and the voices that were full of anger and anguish were the only things I had left of my past. They were the only clues to my identity.

When I had woken up in this void and become aware of… what was around me, it didn't take me long to realize that I had no memories.

I had no complete memory of my past.

I had no memory of who I was.

I couldn't even remember my own name.

And I didn't remember how I ended up here in the first place.

All I had after I became fully aware were the voices and the fragmented images of a burning city. But I knew that they both meant something to me.

Being stuck in an abyss surrounded by nothing but darkness with only voices and fleeting images to stave off the isolation made for a dismal existence, but I didn't have the energy to care. I haven't cared about anything for a long time.

The only things I've done ever since I had woken up was listen to the voices calling out to me or fall into dreamless sleeps. Sleeping without dreams was the only thing that I looked forward to. It was my only relief of having to avoid looking at the abyss's never ending darkness and to not be always constantly listening to the voices. It was the only thing to prevent me from completely losing my sanity.

Perhaps that was why I clung to those two things so tightly. Because I had nothing else. And despite how numb and near apathetic I had become, the very thought of having nothing terrified me.

Because if I had nothing, not even a name to be called by, then why did I even exist in the first place?

Edit: To those re-visiting this chapter you will notice that it has shortened. A lot. I have decided to take the other half and turn it into the second prologue. Please tell me what you think through reviews, alright? Reviews are pure love!