A Crematorium Brought on by Self-Sacrifice

Introduction

I hope that whenever someone opens their eyes again after sacrificing themselves and driving everyone away, they see books scattered all over the floor, bodies lying about, and a friend gone mad.

A product of the author's deranged mind. Maybe next time I get drunk, I'll write a short piece from one of the characters' points of view. When you think about it, does this even count as a novel?

Premise: Don't leave so easily