(For now, the novel will be published both on Scribble Hub and Royal Road) Volume 1 - [Masked Ruin] Life is precious. Such is one of the "truths" the old have transmitted to the young since time immemorial. It being the greatest treasure granted by either the universe or whichever entity/ies one might worship. It being the most treasured possession of all that is capable of thought. Its value is inestimable, they preach. The act of taking it away? One of the heaviest and most punishable sins in almost all sapient civilizations you might find. Though, most of the times, the act is truly frowned upon when the life ended was also part of said civilization... but now we're going off course... So, what about the act of taking your own life? Is that also considered a sin? Does the value of your very life matter to the intricate man-made man-operated messy machine called society? Answers will vary. From some who won't even spare a glance, giving your very existence and its possible fates the evaluation of worthless in their eyes. To some who will mark you as ungrateful of the miraculous gift, giving more worth to life itself than the one bearing it, branding whatever rationale for such action as the thought of an heretic. And some who may do all in their power to find a reason, maybe forceful, maybe reasonable, to stop and make sure such action shall never be tried by you again. Surely, there are more complex answers, that, I'm aware. But. Those answers represent one or many minorities, and the only destiny of a minority is to either be overwhelmed by the majority or find a way to become the majority, only to carry on with a cycle of the same nature over and over again. Point is, taking your own life is always going to evoke clamors of many kinds, and some might even carry on with the act for that reason itself... Adam Keirs held no such a plan. None of what you're being told- no, reminded, found place to reside in his head since long ago. What occupied his mind when he leaped off from that nine-story building was reminiscence and something else entirely. Yet, as he had always been proved, fate never intended to follow his script of humble origin... Stopped from embracing death by the hands of a masked, cloaked being holding immense power, he now has to follow along the - as he will soon start to call it - demon's script. A script designed only to slowly pry open Adam's mind for the demon's pure amusement, temporally granting Adam the freedom of spirit he had, ironically, long since been starved off. A script timed to end in, at worst, two weeks. And only when the demon's script shall find its end, will Adam be left to his own devices. Whetever he wants to take away his life or not.