Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181019043548

He didn’t want to remember. He wanted to forget, to flee...forever. He couldn’t, his cosmic lottery binding him. A name “Pramool...”

Speaking his name flushes Prad’s mins back at the razor’s edge of the blade. He hates remembering that. One uncaring entity was enough for him...