I am the dark notes of a song, The shadows at your back, The tears that fall from your eyes, The cool touch of the blade at your throat, The hot, burning bullet that pierces your skull. I am the writer of this story, I am the guide. The Director. I have led the pieces to their place on the board. In this arena, the game of life, I am the Master. And yet, I am nothing. I have always believed I was nothing. One with no past. No memory. Nothing. Just nothing. And yet, I have all the power. I have all the control. I am the one who chooses who lives and who dies. I know how it will all end, because everything has fallen into place, Just as I planned. I realize now what I have been all along. This whole time… … I am death.