Prologue

Life has meaning, and so does death.

Being alive is a gift, and knowing my death is a knife that is ready to cut my throat.

I have eyes, yet I can't see any sign of life; I have a mouth, yet I can't seem to speak up; I have legs that can't be used to run away from him. Odd? Miserable? He wants me... but everything starts with that unusual theme park.

That 'Dreadful Theme Park'

- NvrtryNightshift