Prologue
RYLIE HUNTER
Sometimes in life, you have to fight, scream, and not give up. Survival is key, running to the next destination in life.
Until everything stops and you see black, then red, more red so deep as the soul is lost.
Souls that leave the light of the heart travel all within our bodies until it stops. Souls are the one thing we remember when someone is gone.
Memories never disappear as long as you stop to remember the person and what you built with them.
The lost soul, God will always guide you to your death, leaving the soul that friends and family still remember you by.
No one survives the Lost Soul Camp.
You know why?
The lost soul God is my dad. I take people's lives into my own hands.
Think of me as his pet who likes to put people to sleep for him.
It's a cute little daddy and daughter duo we have.
I would ask my mum to join in the fun, but my dad keeps her corpse in a glass coffin in the basement.
Dad said she died because she gave birth to the spawn of satan and he's satan himself.
I'm sorry, Mum, your sweet little devil found the taste of death.
Dad always told me, “We bow, we serve, we die to the lost soul God”.
Time to play a little game.
Ready. Set. Die.