Opening Paragraph in my upcoming book, ‘The Final Enigma’

Life seems to find a path to all the sinister and evil things in the world. Humanity is especially dropping the breadcrumbs for its inevitable demise anyway. I wish I could go back and stop everything before it happened. Still, I can’t control fate, and whatever destiny had in store for me was my future, and I couldn’t help it even if I tried. Our story is dark and violent, but we continued to persevere through it all. Even though it seemed like we were going to get ripped apart by whatever hid in the shadows before us, we fought. We sacrificed to obtain a better future for all of humanity and for the rest of time. We cried and died for this cause, but was it worth it? I can’t remember the last time there was peace. It’s all just been a rush, like a wave submerging a small child into the deep waves of the unknown of the sea, farther and farther into madness against the tide. Us humans were against monsters, an impossible war, but a single sacrifice to end all the suffering in the world would be caused by one entity; one to be remembered. It was inevitable for us to turn on eachother, it’s been foretold for years before ever since humanity came into existence. Through corridors of monsters with walls covered in blood, we fought again and again and again, but would all our pain and suffering match the true freedom we desired? The one question that had been circulating in my mind ever since that one day everything began to go downhill is one I never forgot, and I never will:

Why did I have to be the one to lose everything?