_Recorded by… Chronicle himself._

How was I born?

That’s a question that I ask myself quite often.

For you see, I live in paper. Some could say I’m the forgotten letters upon a page. Others have called my name from completed work. I’m always there.

Whenever someone plays with their pen, they are singing their words on me. And I keep those words close to my heart—

for how can a paper speak and ...

**What if our memories had a face?**

Enara’s world changes the moment a strange letter arrives. Thrust into a hidden hunt, the four-year-old orphan must come to terms with powers he barely understands—and face a force that begins a deadly game. One where victory? Might not be an option.

A grieving man. A deadly game.

A riddle that refuses to die.

Can Enara uncover the truth—before he loses him...

…Like holding the secrets to the heart of man.

Many times people have tried to take them away from me—businessmen, philosophers, politicians, and even the supernatural.

They want control or understanding but I take out my gold whip and rip it from their hands.

I remember one evening, I was walking home, the damn keys were illuminated by the moon. I just passed 9th Street and I was going to be...

I needed this. For the time has finally come to slay my masters killer.

I stayed in the shadows.

Breath? Shallow.

Knife? In hand.

Down below me was my target. Sipping wine and talking to his guests like it was such a joyous event. To finally be rid of “The Reaper”. Music was swaying to the bodies of the rich and powerful as they would say over and over again

“So glad The Reaper is gone....

Jack has always seen art in death. The splash of red that always leaves behind that familiar jolt. That euphoric sense of madness.

He was always looking for more work but something whispered on the wind. Something about a grand masterpiece.

_Leave your tools behind._

But his tools-knives, guns, swords-they were like his children. How could he possibly…

_It will never be yours, then._

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Jac...

The day my father passed was the worst moment of my life. Not just because he’s gone, oh no I could heal that scar just like anyone else.

No, it’s because I just don’t remember how. You see, when he passed on, I was young, I think four years old. But past that I can recall only sounds. A deafening scream, the blow of someone’s breath, the cries of so many others. Now I know what you will say. The...

I bring the blanket closer. Shielding myself from this damn nightmare. My own breath turned into spikes that bit my skin. The chill of the mountain enraptured me.

The glass was merely just a painful frostbite at first, I needed warmth but my damn lantern wasn’t working! My jacket was as heavy as it could be for this sort of weather.

And…the heated blanket broke.

“God damn it!” I cried as I toss...

My bed owner has been very kind. For you see they leave their clothes everywhere!

I need what is on the floor for you see, this is a new bed. A new owner.

By the way, if you’re wondering at this point if I did the deed?

I did not. For I have plenty of souls to sate me. At least for the year.

Night comes, the creaking of someone entering the bed brought me to full attention.

The socks fall ...

I awaken to the vast blue space. My chest hammering like the salsa. I know I shouldn’t be here in this lane in between, but my feet believe otherwise.

The crack and booms of the storm off in the distance rattles me as I hold myself. Giving the only comfort I could. I had to find a way out. It was foolish of me to seek him out.

Damian?

I turned around and standing behind me was none other than ...

I thought it would be a romantic evening. Go to a nice dinner, sit at the white wooded pier overlooking a beautiful lake.

A simple date right?

It was anything but simple.

We had to wait 3 hours before we got our seats.

Then she ordered everything expensive on the menu.

“If anything else goes wrong I will flip.” The devil said.

“Just keep your cool man, you got this” the angel said as I pa...