Darkness. That’s all there is for a while. You’re not sure who you are, or where you came from, and you weren’t even sure you existed until a few days ago, but now you know that you’re there, and you’re waiting for somebody. You don’t know who you’re waiting for, or why, but you know he’ll come to you, and you know what you need to do when he gets there. You’re not entirely sure what that is, but you know that you’ll know when the time comes.
	One day, you find yourself someplace new. You hear people talking in some strange language about being moved to the new exhibit. You don’t know how you understand them, or what an exhibit is, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that the people you’re waiting for will come soon.
	Then, finally, the moment arrives. Again, you don’t know how you know, but you know that today is the day to break out of your coffin and destroy this person. You’re not sure what a coffin is, but you know you have to break out of it. You hear footsteps outside, and a creak, and suddenly, the stones around you fall to the ground. You don’t know how it happened, although it may have had something to do with the fact that you smashed your head against them.
	There’s light everywhere. You feel a burning sensation somewhere around the front of your head, but you don’t care. You see the one you’re supposed to see, and you know what you have to do. You see someone else in the room, someone large and strong, and, you think to yourself, quite beautiful. It doesn’t matter, though, what matters is the task at hand.
	You step forward, and reach out toward the person, and grab them, pressing their body against your chest. He feels warm at first, but his body soon grows cold, much like your own. Almost immediately, you feel even colder, and let go of the boy, dropping him to the ground. You feel like you can hardly move, until you see another boy throw something, and then you see fire everywhere.
	You feel pain, but you don’t care. You’ve been waiting for so, so long to do this job and nothing’s going to stop you from doing it. Actually, you don’t know how long you’ve been waiting, but what matters now is that you get the job done. You still don’t know what the job is, but you just have to get it done!
	You swing your arm forward at the boy, knocking him toward the wall. You don’t know why you did it, but you think you were supposed to. The girl, the one who hurt you before, sends something at you. You don’t know what it is, and you hope you don’t have to find out. It comes toward you, and once it hits you, you fall. You want to do something, you want to get up, to finish what you’ve started, but you can’t. 
	As your vision fades away, all you can hope is that whatever this job is, you did it right.