Prologue: Faceless

Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Storming off for a tale of adventure, or to satisfy the crave for more? You've been searching for a while, sometimes successful, other times, not so much, but it has led you here, somehow. To say that a tale such as this one was to satisfy this craving is too confident, as I do not know who you are or your beliefs and ways of life. Who are we? Are we all but lost? Maybe the craving keeps us tied to the ground when we are so close to the edge of the cliff. Who knows what could possibly be down there? What could possibly be in the unknown?