'What do you believe in?' An old friend once asked me. 'Nothing' I informed him at first, little knowing what havoc it would cause to my life. 'Everyone believes in something!' He insisted, little knowing how my peculiar little mind worked. 'Nothing!' I simply repeated with great haste, there was nothing for me to have faith in. Nothing and no-one. If only he had asked me the same question now. Why do we have faiths in the world? People since the dawn of time have always poured there souls out into a "greater being" or believed something they loved... The only problem is, the concerned prayers of the past are echoing and are now the potential screams of the future. Someone has been listening in. And they have been twisting the nightmares and sorrows of others to forge a creature of ultimate power over the mind, the question now is... Who has the faith in themselves to stop it?
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