Feb 28, 2007 17:31
...I don't know where the hell I am.
It's no where I've ever been before. The streets are dark. I'm almost certain I saw someone, earlier, whipping around, someone in a black cloak, but... I don't know who. It's too dark to see anyone's face.
I found somewhere to stay for now. Until I figure out why I'm here. Until I figure out how.
...When people disappear, is this where they go?
Is this anything like the 'death' that Edgeworth chose...?