Prologue

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“Why me? Why not offer someone else?”

“Because you are the only one capable of such task.”

“What do I get in return? What am I getting out of all of it?”

“Eternal paradise after death.”

I don’t know why but I didn’t have to think twice before I said it.

“Alright. I’ll do it. Give me the contract.”    

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            My name is Penton, and I made a contract with the angels of heaven. My contract consists of holding all the sadness and emotional burdens of all people free of guilt or culpability. I am to be held in an asylum and in a straitjacket. Why? Because of all the depression, anxiety, panic attacks, and suicidal thoughts that come to mind tied to the emotions, the memories, and the pain. In return, eternal paradise after death. I’m like the next Jesus, except I die of age and not tortured by those who I’m saving. No one knows about this except my close friends and family. I can only see them for an hour a day. Why? Because I am only sane for an hour every day, at 7PM. Knowing this, let’s begin.

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