Prologue

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They were after me. I didn't know why, but they wouldn't stop until they had me in their grasps. I lived in constant fear, of them, the faceless torturers that haunted my nightmares.

I woke up, after an almost sleepless night, in a groggy stupor. As I walked downstairs, I noticed a quiet sense that wasn't usually in my house at 6:30 am. "Mom!" I called.

No answer.

"Ethan!" I called.

No answer.

As I walked down to the kitchen, there was a note on the fridge.

It read "They are safe. Give yourself to us and you can have them back. Sincerely, Your worst nightmares."

And I collapsed.

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