Prologue: The end Is here.

I've written at least three-hundread letters the more I write the more I toss the paper away,If this Is my end how will anymore know about my fate If I can't even write something good. Outside this empty place there nothing but endless snow and trees. Going out there will be crazy I could die even die Inside here...this Is the last letter I won't write anymore...my end Is here and there nothing I can do to stop It.

I should of burned all the papers while I had the chance...but I didn't...footsteps are coming this Is It...the end...soon as I turn around everything will go black.

Goodbye everyone...

End of Prologue.