Prolog:
Excerpt from Journal Entry: Martin Winters. December 23rd, 2182
"-I often sleep surrounded by faces I don't recognize. Their protests are silent but angry; they don't seem to attack me but rather condemn me. They are often scared and bloodied, clothed in fire. If I actually believed, I would say this was hell. I would not go as far as to say that these images scare me; I accepted my path and the consequences a long time ago. But now I'm no longer sure.
I have used every resource I have ever had since childhood to fight my way out of my predicaments. And every time, through every trial, through every fight, the world would fight back and upend everything. I prayed to old gods long forgotten to spite that world and his punishments; I have never asked for forgiveness or an easy life. I have taken every trial and test and used it to strengthen myself. Was it all in preparation for what was to come?"
(Message ends, Hand typed note lay beneath.)
"There exists in the world a single path along which no one can go except you: whither does it lead? Do not ask, go along it. We are responsible to ourselves for our own existence; consequently we want to be the true helmsmen of this existence and refuse to allow our existence to resemble a mindless act of chance."
