I have lost all of my past memories after the incident. Apparently, I was involved in a big catastrophic event that happened in District 12, which is now just rocks and ashes. Millions of people disappeared, and a lucky few like me survived.
I don't even remember if I had anyone significant or if they're dead. Or if they also had their brains sliced and put back together?
I wish I knew who I was… If I did, maybe I wouldn't be living this miserably.
Sigh…
Evening settles over District 15 of Lavender like a moth-eaten curtain, cheap and suffocating. Even the sky is bruising and tired. The sign for every employed individual to run back to their home and wait until it is ready to drain them again.
Work is the essential air in this world; without it, you'd suffocate and die.
Which I am also lucky to have one.
And only available one.
I pull up the nametag hanging around my neck and read it again just to remind myself what I am.
— Alias: Agent | KNIGHT | Alias Office —
