Prologue: unDeath

"Ye who fight with monsters must see to it that ye do not become one in the process. Ye who gaze into the abyss will feel its piercing gaze and influence." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

John's life was a tragedy. One after the other. Did you expect his sanity to remain intact? Did you expect him to remain kind to the world that has torn him down time and time again? Did you expect him to be kind when his former oppressors were in his place? That was a nice pipe dream. The only supports he had were his dad, and sister. They each grow distant by the day. Maybe sometimes madness isn't such a bad thing, afterall.