My existence is a strange one. I can't help but wonder if I'm supposed to exist. I try to keep from asking myself such questions, especially when I'm playing The World with Elk; but it's so hard when The World is all I know. I just want to know, who made me? What did they make me for? Am I really a harbringer of The World's demise? I guess there are a few hard questions I want to ask, and I don't know who or how to ask them. What I know is, I can trust Elk and Kite. They've saved me from myself. All I want to do is repay them however I can.