I’m dead. You killed me. But you still need to read this, Rayne. I lived my life as a vicious monster. A weapon. A villain. Now you face the same dilemma. Maybe the story of my life will answer a few of your questions. For example, how does one become a monster? Was it the abusive father? The subdued mother? Or could the tyrannical aliens with their boot on Cinder’s neck have contributed to my misery and impressive kill count? Consider my position, General. The survival of my race hung in the balance. The well-being of my brother and my best friend. What would you do differently? How will you prevent yourself from becoming like me? Because, I truly hope you do. For the sake of Cinder and the Vast Collective, learn from my mistakes. Don’t become like me.