...And the pictures have changed again.

That man - my former so-called father - at least he looked somewhat like me. Who is this?

Little matter. I hardly spoke with the last one.

But Serenade...

Damn it. I keep to myself trying to devise a way or at least a theory on how to escape this place or at least how to avoid falling victim to it and in ( Read more... )

[That all this time Autor has been keeping to himself goes without saying, so far holing up in his room whenever he could afford it after going out long enough to hunt down any information on this eerie town he could possibly find and locking himself in whenever anything strange was afoot ( Read more... )

[Just the typical waking-up of a young boy ( Read more... )