I can't escape it. It's everywhere, like a shadow looming over me. A shadow that's already engulfed my friends, and I await it. Yet death won't come to me. It came to everyone I loved, it came to everyone who tried to find out what happened to her. Though insanity has came to me, it's weird that I know that. Where is my death? Must I be the last one alive? I have to suffer through these lies, the loss of loved ones, and my own mind. Someone is lying to me, I know it. And it all started with the murder of one girl.