Prologue

I thought I was running through some sort of small, dark alleyway. I was panicked as hell and running as though my life was about to end. I remember thinking that it might be possible to out run who ever was chasing me if I took enough turns. I was dodging something; whatever it was I was escaping, it must have been horrible. I was also running through a market, I don’t remember any sound though. It was as if I was could only absorb the information of the chase. It’s all so fuzzy though. I don’t even remember why I was being chased. I do remember being cornered at a dead end. How incredibly cliché of me. I remember my heart beating faster that it ever had before and the taste of blood in my mouth from biting my tongue. Some shadows descended upon me and I felt like I was going to die. I remember something about what fans would think and how the president would react to all of this. I don’t remember why I have fans. Just as I was thinking about how I could possibly get out of this everything went black.