There was a person. They called him Six. They, of course, refers to people here. Was a great man and a woman, and one day he just disappeared. They searched for him, found no one. He was gone. Interestingly, exactly six years later, a person with exact similar figure was seen and the peace of the town was gone. There was no mention of the name, no mention of the person, nothing. ‘A very specific and bizarre event’—that’s what they call it now. They are not the same people. Six is not the same. I am not the same.

They are dead.

Six is dead.

I…

Well Someone killed them.

“But who is the person who killed the one you’re talking about?”

Well No One.

They called me Someone. They called me No One. I am Someone. I am No One. I am me.