Prologue

I just finished reading one of my favorites web novels, called “The Novel’s Extra”, really, it was like the fourth time that I read it, and I like it pretty much, like every other webnovel, it has its ups and downs, though I’m not one to read things because they’re good or bad, I read if they catch my interest, and stop if I feel like it…

Up to this day, few things grabbed my interest, at least enough to keep to them for more than a few weeks… I’ve done everything, from sports to arts, and I could count with my hands how many of them I still barely like, not to mention things I love, which would be counted with one hand at most.

Don’t know how to explain that feeling, and not many people believe me, or even if they do, they don’t truly understand how empty it feels, like something was missing inside me, like a void that I couldn’t fill no matter how hard I tried.

Given the boring life I had, without motivation nor interests, the best thing to do I found was to kill myself, sadly though, it was pointless, the human body is more durable than what some shows make it to be… And that got me going back home, without motivation to even try suicide again, not unless you give me a gun, which would do the job easier, or so I thought back then.

Plot twist. That suicide attempt took me towards the second part of my life, which I thought would be better. At least at the start of it. With infinite possibilities. But once again, life taught me why hope was inside Pandora's box in the first place. With nothing left for me, long years after I tried to kill myself, I was just living a dull and numb life. Looking for something, anything, at the bottom of a bottle every day.

And that’s how I got here, reading for the fourth time what's one of the only few things that I barely enjoy. Though, right now, I still didn’t know what destiny had prepared for me… Nor like I would care, really. I've learned and seen enough not to hope for anything.