If you’re reading this, I’m dead and you’re one of two people. Your either my mom or the person who killed me. If this is mom, please stop reading this. You’re not going to be any better off knowing any of this. I know my death must hurt I couldn't imagine what you must be feeling, but please don't read this. Try to find comfort in Dad not the story of a man whose made enough mistakes to last a lifetime. And on the off chance that I wasn't able to say this before I died, thank you for everything I love you and I'm sorry for leaving you. 

If you’re not my mom, then you’re probably the one that killed me. I don’t know your name or your face, but I know your goal, to find that cursed book. I guess I can’t really stop you, since you know I’m dead, but I still have to try. So here’s the deal, somewhere in this book there is a clue on how you can find it. If you’re smart enough, you’ll figure it out. If not, then I can be dead happy knowing that you won’t be able to find it no matter how hard you try.  

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

Either way you will need to read the entirety of my story from start to finish. I hope that by reading my story, you realize the pain and suffering that thing brings. Even If you aren’t the one to read it yourself. I hope that you turn away, realizing that that tome is better off lost forever and you do something else with your life.  

This is a story of mystery, death and magic. A story of ancient evils coming to light only to be pushed back into the darkness once more. This is the secret of what happened on March 15th.