The Ninth: Prologue PrologueMy life is terrible. I have no face that is truly mine. I cannot remember what I used to look like. But I do remember that cold darkness.The first time, is was a burning. It stung to the bone and it felt as if my life itself were melting. That I can remember clearly, as the most painful.The second time, it was quicker. It was swift. It was clean. But it was compressed, and it hurt greatly. It was completly blinding. There was nothing else but that pain.The third time, I can barely remember, but it must have been the one of the worst. It was slow, and annoying. As if it wouldn't make its way quick enough. Nobody was there, it