In my small, isolated town, there is this thing that we call ‘The Author’. You see, multiple people in this town have found brutal stories of how they will die right before it happens. “Shaun struggled for air, sinking into the lake. Water breached into his lungs, filling painfully.”. Shaun drowned in our town’s small fishing lake.

If you ever find a small, black book, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. At least, not that they know of. These books haven’t just been found in our town. Slowly, they’re multiplying around the world.

Now, wherever I go, it follows, and I will gladly write your story.