Prologue

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I am no good person... As I watch the dust clouds around me slowly settling from all of the debris, I can see a lot of my past.

I can hardly feel my body...

Heh, I guess this is what it all lead up to. All that I have done, all the people I have met... I don't know if my sins will ever be forgiven.

I am a terrorist. Or perhaps, it's better to say that I was.

Forced into it or not... the weight of what I have done will follow me through, even in death.

So why now, do I reflect on what I have done...?

Perhaps... it's to relive once more the life I chose...

The life fate has given to me.

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