[ WP ] It is law to die on a specific date that is dictated by the government . You escape your death date , but the reason why its a law in the first place is revealed to you .

People do n't know this, but it's imprinted in you on the day of your birth. A node is attached to your brainstem, and when you reach your death date, it's supposed to blow; just enough to ensure you can never function again. 
 
 But I'd had mine taken out. It was the cancerous tumor that did for it, and whilst I was recovering, I was visited by a Woman in Red. She worked for the Agency, she said, and she explained that she needed to see me at home when I'd recovered. That took three years, by which time it was already too late for me to die on my death date. I was supposed to die crossing a road. 
 
... That's harrowing. How a group of people you've barely even met can control your life to such a degree that death can be manufactured on that date. So, the Woman in Red came round and spoke to me. She took me to see the Dragons who ran the Agency. At first I thought I was in the movie *The Matrix*. After all, this kind of hare-brained scheme sounds as ridiculous as that. But the truth is far worse. 
 
 You see, we're supposed to die to feed our entropy into the dying hologram that is our universe; a small death, paying each time to keep the rest of us'alive'. WE need to do this because our universe guards the rest. We are the watchers at the gates; we are the Cerberus of the Underworld. We are the Choosers of the Slain for other realms of the multi-faceted universal construct. And if we fall, *everything* does. 
 
 So now? Now I'm one of them. Agents. I get to hunt down others like me. Those who defy their death dates. Sometimes, I even recruit them now. Most of the time, I have to unmake them. 
 
 I'm an Agent of the Tower that binds us all. Good. Bad. **Dark. **
