I don't know if you, who are holding this book in your hands, have ever felt that you serve no purpose, even though you could. You want to scream that you don't deserve to be wasted, but you hold back, as you guess that for this outburst, people would rather pity you than take you seriously.

Rebelling seems futile, and consenting feels humiliating. I know this deadlock well; I have lived it. I even know what it is like for bitterness to slowly transform into a sweet anesthetic.

To escape, one needs, like in everything, luck and effort. I will talk to you about these right away. I will tell you how a person found themselves facing the new Sirens.