I woke up on the cold, hard pavement lying in a puddle while the grey rain fell all around me. I was wearing a cocktail dress covered in blood that was not my own and a still warm .38 strapped to my thigh. The sound of dead people's voices was clamoring in my ears so loud that I could hardly hear myself think. How did I know they were dead? Easy ? I killed them. ---Intro to 'Ninth Life.'