I had completely given up on life. Knocked out of the marines. No job. No home. I could not even face the people in my life who loved me the most, my parents. But then something weird happened. My son disappeared. That threw everything out of whack. Suddenly I did not know what to do, how to live, how to even beg anymore. And the voices. These...voices...started showing up in my head.Life would never be the same. Locked up, handcuffed, thrown into hell itself. I could not tell wrong from right. I could not tell me from them. And the only thing that seemed obvious was that if I did not find my son soon, no one would.