Prologue
If I could go back and change one thing in my life, it would be my birth. It seems like my only salvation from this grotesque and fucked-up world is a break from existing.
Three weeks ago, I became a catalyst of death… a murderer. I'm punished for saving the lives of those around me by a fate worse than death, worse than any kind of pain even the sickest of individuals can imagine. I am put to the miserable task of completing death design, by taking the lives of those I once saved.
I didn't die in my original premonition. I was saved before I could be impaled, but my friends, family, all of them, dead within minutes… that is, before I saved them. I'm such a fucking idiot, I should've stayed out of it. I was fine, free, survived without a scratch. I should've known that you can't cheat death's design.
No one can cheat death's design.