My story never ends. It blurs, one section into the other like two... Ya know what, forget the stupid poetry. I'm in danger again, and it's not who you think. Teeming up with murderers and possible fallen angels? All in a day's work. Trying to save Tina is no longer an option, but getting revenge is. I'm not the same as I was. But I'm not as stupid either. Be afraid, or be prepared. Actually, don't even try the second option. I did, and nothing I did could prepare me.