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.