Prologue

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     I, Keiji Ahara, have never been one for conspiracies.


And I wouldn't be one today if it hadn't been for my teenage stupidity.


Let me set the stage here. It's the middle of Pennsylvania, and I'm a thirteen-year-old boy with some rambunctious friends. I'm in the woods. We're playing kick the can in the pine trees, running and yelling.

Then it goes silent. Time freezes. Then I saw 'it'.

And from then on, I was fucked.


Hi. I'm Kenji. I'm barely able to drink, but that doesn't matter, considering life gives me enough of a high.

Welcome to my world. 

And Beware.

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