First time writing a story.Never written before hope you guys like it.
I like most other people in those days was a traveller. I was intrigued by everything and anything around me. After all the world of ours is indeed a peculier thing. As a matter of fact I am most intrigued by myself. I am on a journery to find myself or perhaps... find someone to understand me
Well being a traveller can't fill one's stomach not that it did matter to me much but still i must say i needed something to fulfill my human half. I often adopted various professions to earn sometimes even being a clown would impress the people, well anything that could give me money, i had done that but the job I was most skilled at if i must say so myself was being a detective, but oppurtunity rearly came to show my skills.
It was soon after i came to a town lead by the smell of murder and blood.
Sorry short chapter, would try my best to improve the length in later chapters