*The book is flipped open, revealing the Narrator. He sits on a chair near a wall, drawing tally marks* "Oh, oh finally!" He runs up to the page, placing my open palms against it. "Sir... or, is it madam?" He asks, squinting up at the reader. "I'm afraid my vision has gotten rather bad... please, you have to help me. I've been trapped in this cursed book for centuries. I can't stay another day, oh please, I can't watch this unfold again!" He shouts, slamming his hands against the page.
*The book flips to page two* "I know you can hear me, o reader!" *The Narrator falls to the floor, beginning to weep. The page is flipped again, revealing a much cleaner-looking Narrator. Where he once had a messy, tangled looking gray beard is now just stubble. His shoulder-length hair is trimmed up nice and neat, and he stands in the middle of a busy town, wearing a suit* "Fine. I understand now that you will not help me. But hopefully as you learn my tale, you will come to my aid."
*The Narrator clears his throat and begins to walk down the sidewalk, following quietly behind another man, named Joshua. A look of fear crosses the Narrator's face* "This is a story of a man named Joshua Gray. He's your typical American. He has a beautiful wife and son, named Lacy and Marcus Gray, respectively."