What if you had the chance to know the exact day you would die? Would you want to know? The Withouts think they do. But I'm a With. I know when I'm going to die. The day is tattooed on the inside of my arm, so I can never escape it. Rarity Delman: Expires 11.11.2186. I'll be eighteen years old, four months, and nine days. When my best friend, Jace Brown, outlives the date on his arm, the world loses its mind. They're afraid of him, like he's some kind of superhuman monster. It would be funny if they weren't keeping him under lock and key, doing creepy experiments on him. Somehow, they got the idea that he's the key to immortality. It's ridiculous, right? I mean, he's just Jace. Jace, who's the only person to ever outlive the date on their arm, but that's beside the point. With less than two weeks left until I meet my own maker, I'm not sure how to help him. But when I wake up eighteen years old, four months, and ten days old, I just might need more help than him...