Meet Jane Doe. Jane is sixteen years old and is "down" with all of the most popular trends. In the morning, Jane washes her hair with Fructose Fortifying shampoo and conditioner. Under her massage therapy showerhead, she rinses away the sweet smell of Plumeria from her Bath and Body Works body wash. She hops out of the shower and straps on her cream Victoria Secrets bra and matching panties. As she slides on her dark brown Abercrombie and Fitch sweater, she sways to "Hey Ya" by Outkast blaring out of her Sony 5 disc CD player. After she finishes getting ready, she realizes that she has some homework to complete so, she runs to her PC, starts the Internet, and quickly finishes her weekend homework from her online literature class. She hears the ring of her Nokia cell phone and quickly answers it. Her friends ask her to come and hang with them. She immediately answers yes and rushes through the door to her new Mercedes Benz to meet them.
             Jane watches T.V., surfs the Internet, and uses the telephone to find all of the best tidbits to become a cool, fashionable young women. Her so-called perfect world revolves around these communication tools. Little does Jane know that all of these tools may cause her character harm in the future.
             One rainy day, Jane was sitting on her couch surfing through the channels on her T.V. Naturally, there was nothing to watch, and so she quickly flipped through the channels until something caught her eye. A man's face covered the middle of the screen. This face was drenched in water and had two small cuts purposely placed to the right of his right eye. His lips slowly cracked a deceitful smirk. Intense, deranged hatred seemed to have swallowed his deep green eyes that sat under a continuous downcast brow, which made him seem almost humorous. Behind the horrendous face, rain pounded to the ground under a dark, cloudy night. Suddenly the scene changed to a two-storied house. The mysterious ...