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Each chapter will be exactly 100 words. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I'll do my best to answer, unless it will spoil an upcoming chapter. Expect updates Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

He is a wreck of a spirit, one that had once been mortal. Spirits don't sleep, but that only means there are no escapes from his nightmares. Memories of his death. They call him the 'great mortal traitor', here- when he's sane enough to remember what words mean, he scoffs. Most of the time, though, he huddles away, broken in mind and body, covering every inch of what should have been skin with clothes and a ceramic mask.

There is no help for him. The other spirits have their own concerns- and to be fair, they have always been spirits.