It has been couples of weeks after the incident.
They wanted to kill me, but I’ve survived. Now, here I am, without really home, without really reality. My family is far enough for me to miss them. I’m looking for new hideouts.
Fortunately here are some friends of mine. Now I’m living in an old mansion amidst wild trees.
I don’t know, how long I can hide myself – from them, from the others, from the truth. One day I have to come out. One day…

April 29, 2008 at 4:48 pm
Do you need help?
April 29, 2008 at 9:23 pm
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April 30, 2008 at 2:10 pm
Who are you? You both?
May 2, 2008 at 1:44 am
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