Lust. Love. Loss. Three words, three points in time intimately entwined and inescapable. Like fate, only crueler. Those finding who they wanted most in life, only to watch them be torn away, and only in the most horrific ways. Strapped down. Tuned in. Oblivious. There is nothing ahead but a downward spiral into a new kind of Hell. Life may be more hopeless than ever, but maybe there will be a moment. A moment when death is kind and the future is forgotten. Try to hold on just a little longer...