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You wake up and you're in a dark, desolate place, and the only way you know that for sure is the smell, because there's no way a place where life thrives, or barely sustains itself, can smell like this. I vaguely wonder where I'm at, but I know there's no real answer to that. Where ever here is, I think its sole intention is to keep me asking questions. I have lost so much faith in all I know. My perfect little world with its perfect little everything torn down to fucking nothing.

It was my undoing.

So I sit up and try to ignore the horrible stench around me that hangs in the air so thick it's like vapour. Gagging now would only result in dry heaving. Even as I resist the impulse, I wonder why I should bother. Why bother resisting any of this?

The kind of alone I'm feeling right now is one nothing should ever feel. It's not the normal alone where you need the company of others, or where you can't relate to people, or where you find yourself unable to interact for whatever reason. It's as if everything intangible declares that you're not worthy of attention. It's exactly the type of alone you don't want to be in because fear creeps into you, stifling and suffocating you into believing you'll always be alone.

I don't even know how I got here.
Capsule crash, my ass.
Something I found, who knows.
Who cares?

All I know is that I have to get out of here. Maybe… Maybe I can find that ghost of Kakarot who likes to follow me around. That goddamn bastard. I will never be able to look at Kakarot the same when I get back. Not when this image of him drags me around town of where ever it's at. Not when he smokes those cigarettes that never seem to ash. Not when he helps me escape from men who chase me down for want of blood. Not when he gets me to stay at his shit-hole of a flat with its faded-yellow-from-white wallpaper and old couches that look as though they were procured from a garbage dump. Kakarot and his long, black trench coat and his pale skin that looks like it never sees the light of day.

Which may be accurate.

All the days here are rainy ones.

And here, where ever here is, there is no such thing as chi. I don't even know what chi is. Maybe it's something I made up, just like how I think I got here by my ship crashing. All I have is questions, and I feel like this Kakarot of mine knows all the answers, but he's just having the best of time withholding the information from me.

Sounds just like the bastard.