The first and last known person to ever “cheat” Death lived about 3000 years ago. The last actual person to have escaped Death? My brother. About five minutes ago. It wouldn't have been the first time, either. But oddly enough, that is not the reason I'm sharing this story. I'm sharing it because somebody other than Death found out about my brother's special “ability”. Death had given my brother and I one rule, and one rule alone: let no one know of my brother's ability to "soul-recycle". But somehow, that rule was broken. We don't know how, we don't know why, but it comes with a severe consequence – that either my brother, or the intruder must die. The thing is, Death has chosen me to decide who must leave the world behind. But it's an unbearable – impossible – choice. Because how am I to choose between my own brother...and my other half?