[i felt compelled to do a proper introduction. my name was nemoes. my sign name didn't matter. facts about my identity didn't matter. i was a man with a mission. i was looking for someone, someone who did me wrong. who put me somewhere i didn't belong. i didn't know who to trust. i chose not to trust anyone. they could all be involved in what happened. i liked to narrate things. it helped me keep track of where i had been. my memory was getting worse, night by night. i wasn't sure if it was related to what had happened or not. sometimes it would get to the point where i would forget where i was. who i was. i would forget my own face.] [i considered myself a decent fella. i never meant harm to anyone who didn't deserve it. i tried to stay out of trouble unless i had good reason to look for it. i'd been spending the last few sweeps as a private eye. an investigator. solving what i can in my free time, and looking for my target every other minute of the night...]



