Yesterday his life was simple. Taylor's name appeared on Daimhin's list just after she was born. Daimhin had to escort Taylor across the Valley of the Shadow of Death. However, when he looked down at her in her crib, cocooned in pink, he could not get himself to just do it. Now, seventeen years later, Daimhin no longer has a choice. The system made sure that this time he would have to escort her. Unbeknown to Daimhin, this was his test set by the voice he heard that day he arrived here and stood balancing precariously on the lip of a great chasm. A voice whose plan was beautiful and simple.

He wanted Daimhin to find joy. He did not expect Daimhin to be perfect. He knew he wouldn't be.