It all started about a year ago, when the Charatress was invented. It was a machine. Man made, changing the world, perfect. Or so we thought. I was 9 and hooked on books when this beauty came out into the stores. It brought book characters to life. It changed the world but no one knew yet if it was for better or worse, but it was helping at the time. Only the richest of them all could afford it. Back then it was only a novelty. No one dared to use it, afraid because it was yet to be tested. I thought the same thing you're thinking now, Why would this thing be in the stores if it wasn't tested? Well, it was also for interior design. Whatever surface you placed it upon, it would sculpt into a masterpiece, a work of art, to match the room. People went crazy over the product. So they decided to let it out into the world. This invention was created by none other than my dear old dad. Well, I guess his associates helped him a little as well, but only his most trusted ones. My mother was ill, with The Flare. That was the main reason why we invented this contraption. W.I.C.K.E.D. could help us find the cure. The first half of the name is based off of the word 'character' and the second is named after my mom, Beatrice. No, the flare didn't drive you crazy, like it did in "The Maze Runner" but it was worse than cancer. Everyone would rather die than catch it. It tortured you. Made you a different person. The Charactress was designed to bring the character out of the book to you, as I said earlier. But when I touched it, it did anything but that. I had fallen into the wide opening. Clutching my book as I fell. Deeper, deeper, more, and more, farther, and farther. Down that hole of blackness I sped then suddenly, I was Blind.
