This man knew a great secret. The secret of death. He knew what others avoid right up until the very last moment, still believing that this breath will not be the last. But he knew. It didn’t matter to him whether to live or die. He managed to conquer his fear of death. He saw people dying, and one day he almost died himself. And no one could make him share this secret—by any means or persuasion. It could happen only of his own free will. By his desire, out of indulgence toward those wretched people who don’t want to be initiated into the eternal until their last breath—and who are so afraid of the Chosen Ones. Those initiated into the secret of death—who could help them… to free them from this fear.