28: Wandering with Nothing but Names

Fanfic or Original

You wake up in an alleyway with nothing but three things: a set of Daily Essentials that renew, but do not stack, every twenty-four hours in the form of some rugged, but generic and comfortable, clothes, a backpack with a bit of local currency, some rations, and a tent, and a belt with a canteen with enough water for the day, a knife, and a lighter; the knowledge of your True Name, which lists your full capabilities and makes you unable to be altered by anyone but yourself (baring the simplest of means), makes you immune to poisons, curses, and diseases, and makes you capable of performing to your full potential and not overstraining (though your potential is only what heights you have already reached); and a list of targets, whose True Names you have, that you have to cull in order to keep this dimension from imploding. What do you do?