Do you know what it's like to have your life fall in fragments around you?

To have everything you've ever known turn out to be a lie?

To be wrenched from your family,

Your home,

Your friends, and put on a shiny metal train of doom,

Sending you to nearly certain death?

Do you know what it's like to love?

To love so passionately,

So deeply

That it consumes you?

And to never realized that you are loved in return

Until it is too late?

Do you know what it's like to drown?

To drown in blood?

Stinging, burning blood,

The stain of your heinous sins,

That you can never,

Ever, truly wash away?

Do you know what it's like to lose everything?

To lose everything that you do and ever could have?

To lose him?

To lose her?

To lose all you've ever wanted in an instant,

A second,

An agonizing second that will change your life forever,

All for the circus,

The never-ceasing circus of horrors

That consumes this country and all its inhabitants?

Well, I do.

I do.

My name is Clove Pekkanen,

My name is Cato Volkov,

And this is the story of how I died.

And this is the story of how I died.