I’m a collector. And I’m collecting not just stamps...
But I lost everything! My collection, my body, my world!
I woke up in some Enclave. I have 20 coins, I’m a bastard—crossed out from the Family Book—and bandits want to trade me for a sack of potatoes.
The skull cheerfully exclaims:
— Congratulations, master! Start all over! By the way, you owe us ten years of your life! And whatever you do, don’t look in the mirror—it... Well, I warned you...