Everyone wishes they could change the past.

Friday, 12 August 2011

Who gathers their scattered memories

How do you define a person? Cogito ergo sum.
My apologies for the slowing of blog posts recently, I've been busy. Vanitas provided me with the, er, altered documentation I required; I should be able to seek qualification now. I'd rather not say the false name I've been given; secrets best kept hidden, hm?

I've met some of the people who live in the nearby flats. They're Vanitas' friends. I don't think one of them has taken very kindly to me. He's always shooting daggers when he looks at me.

He can shoot all he wants, I'm not leaving. Vanitas is here.
-Achromatic Morality-


  1. Hello Achrom. Can I call you that? Achrom sounds like acorn. Squirrels like acorns. I like squirrels. Except when they have Yersinia pestis.

  2. Call me what you want, stranger.

    And they rarely come quite as strange as you.