…taken by the Abyss.

I cannot honestly tell you, dear reader, whether or not I am alive or some afterthought experiment of a time long past, forgotten; adrift in the metaphysical space of strange magicks or maybe I am within my own madness, mayhap I sought solitude where no one could find me. So, why is it that I seek others and damn them to obnoxious romps — at their full expense, and often, their lives?

A lingering effect of my own fate? If I am a subject of vile experimentation, why not utilize others at my whim? Their stories are important to tell for future generations, but if I am being honest with you — I never intended a single page to leave this tavern.

Like me, there is another — a new player to this game. A test subject, willing or unwilling, it does not matter. An abomination’s longevity ensured by the thing they’re forced to live in — live with — for what seems an eternity. Would death be more tolerable?

Then, dear reader, who would tell either of our stories? You need to know all the details, of what depravity can attain when sought by those who demand progress.

As for me and this fellow of mine — I tied his key to his cane while he slept, for I think wonderous banter over a glass of our favorite vintages would do us both favors, assuming he can keep the booze down!