*Takes the description right out of devart*

He never wanted to be there. It was a dead end. He was a puppet without a master. A lost soul just wanting liberation. He had been there for at least seventy years. Even he has trouble remembering. Heaven. Hell. Either one would do. He hated being where he was, stuck inbetween. He wanted freedom...

She loves him. She loves him more than he would ever know. If she could, she'd spend eternity with him and that would be all she ever needed. She wanted to see him happy. But he never acknowledged her existance the way she wished he would. Still, she was happy just to be by his side. Why? Why would he ever want to leave? Why would he abandon her? Why...?

He doesn't remember who he was. For a long time, he didn't seem to care. But eventually, curiousity got the better of him. He was excited to discover new things. Death was a utopia for him. He was able to explore himself and the new world around him. He eventually wanted to know everything. What lied on other plains? Why were they there now? Where is 'there'? He would never be content just asking. He had to find out for himself...

What will happen to these three heroes? Will they all achieve their dreams, or will their ambitions be tarnished along the way? Only time will tell...