1 In death, there is only darkness. Cold, empty, darkness. The kind that chills your bones. Fear. It consumes you. Breaks you in ways you didn’t know you could break. I thought I’d be lost for an eternity. Floating in the vast emptiness of time. Until he saved me. Woke me. I’m Raychel Bolton and two weeks ago, I died. "Ray! Ray, wait!" I faintly heard Katrina as she yelled behind me. I’ve been preoccupied lately. This feeling, it’s taken me over. I don’t know what it is, or why I have it, . . .