The shot of pain through my feet as I run for my life, or I guess, my death. I may have died seven years ago by suicide, but they still chase me. They've been trying to bring me back to life so they can punish me, they found the Crystal of the Cycle, created billions of years ago by the gods of life and death before the earth even existed for the creatures of the far away.

Since my death, I have forgotten most of my human life, like my friends and my name. I have since gotten a stand in name of the Runner. This kind of amnesia is common among the dead, mostly those that also committed suicide. This is upsetting because then the only thing you can truly remember is why you committed suicide, which makes honouring your unfinished business - and finally going to one's eternal resting place - so much harder.

The theory that ghosts stay to finish their goals to move to the end is real, and that's why ghosts with amnesia, such as myself, have an unfair disadvantage. I've heard from other ghosts that once you finish your life's purpose and move on, you get back the memories you lost after death.

In all truth and honesty, I'm just tired. I'm running from people I can barely remember, I don't remember the people that seem to know me so well, I can't move on yet and I don't know why, and all I want right now is a slice of strawberry cake and a nice hot cup of jasmine tea. I don't know where that urge comes from really, but that's all I desire. Did you know that ghosts can feel things? And that we need to eat as well? Just because we're dead doesn't mean we don't have needs, the only problem is dying as a ghost just makes you lose more and more of your memories, it doesn't take you to the beyond, which is annoying seeing that I've died an extra six times now. I'm so hungry.