I am a collector. And I collect not just stamps…
But I lost everything! My collection, my body, my world!
I woke up in some Enclave. I have a toad, I’m a bastard, and I’ve been crossed out of the Family Book—plus the bandits changed their mind about trading me for a sack of potatoes after meeting Kisa.
The skull cries out happily:
— Congratulations, master! Didn’t I tell you you’d have a black soul? By the way, ten lives for you! And be sure to look into the mirror.