Tonight, I walked off the end of the Santa Monica pier.

I know I’m no longer alive, but somehow, I don’t feel as though I’m dead.

This limbo is the story of my life and the reason for my death.

I expected to burn in the depths of Hell.

I expected to pay for my sins.

I expected to suffer for the rest of eternity.

What I didn’t expect was to find my soul mate.

My name is Mara and I’m in Purgatory.

Unfortunately, this is not a euphemism.

This is the story of my death.