They say that when you’re about to die, your entire life flashes before your eyes.I used to scoff at that. I believed in cold facts, not poetic tales spun by dying minds. But now, lying here, with blood trickling from the corner of my mouth and darkness closing in from the edges of my vision, I realize—they were right. Memories flicker through me like lightning behind closed eyelids.My name is Marcus Elijah Quinn. And these... are my last words.