Wherever I May Roam
The names that tagged him never changed, no matter where he went. Not that it mattered any to him. What did he care? It was their accepted position to hate him and his role to rob, steal and cheat his way around town before maybe killing a few gang members for good measure – might as well earn the names.
Until, it seemed, so silly, so inconsequential, a smiling girl called him by his name as she skipped ahead of him. It was a step away. He wanted to follow it – his name, not the wanderer or the criminal; just Mugen.