Prologue

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As Trent was packing his things, he sighed and looked at his Pocket Watch and remembered how life seems to shake you up and throw you around, Especially in Hell. As he pocketed his watch he hopped on the back of a truck to Pride, and as he looked at the red sky of Wrath. "I remember her, I wonder, Does she think of me?" As he closed his eye, he leaned back and thought of him as a child and a girl he knew, someone who made him smile.

As his memories swelled in his mind, he smiled as he remembered the girl who he once fell in love with. "I miss you." As he yawned he looked back at the red sky, turning darker as night fell, and in a matter of minutes, he fell asleep. In his dreams, he saw her face, her beautiful face, smiling without a care in the world, pulling him along to wherever, it didn't matter, for he wouldn't mind being anywhere, as long as she was with him.


Welcome Home, Trent, Welcome Home.

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