
by Elg3
My name is Carlo Mathers. I don’t know if that is actually my name, but I am forced to live with that truth. I don’t know where I came from, what I am, or who I am. That was taken from me, but the worst part is that I cannot feel anger or grief over losing it all. I simply don’t know how. The only thing I have is a goal: to find a woman named Margareth. I don’t know who she is, but that goal is the only thing I have left. It must be horrible to live like this.
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | A new person | 0 |
| 2 | A memory | 0 |