Even Unto Death, We Shall Not Depart.

This is the story of how I was killed.

You know, it's always a horrid, unfortunate thing when a young person dies. They have so much left to do, so much potential to fulfill, and many people to cry over them at the funeral. It's even worse when their lives are taken purposely due to the malice of others.

But I don't want you to pity me. I want you to sympathize for my murderer. He was my best friend, Jeremy Hanson, and I really can't blame him.

I guess God didn't either, because he's here with me now.

Mason Friar, on the other hand, is going to rot in hell one day.