My name is Alastair, Alastair Wood, or at least that is what they have been calling me for the past two years.
Before that, I had another name... I had a name which once feared by most of the population later forgotten by many. I had another name when I was alive in my world.
My world is not much different from this. It was almost the same, except for a very few things.
That was the world I have been living for the past forty years... Although the way I have been living cannot be called 'living'...
I was hiding... From the whole world cause I don't know why. Maybe I was ashamed, maybe I was lost, maybe I was hopeless.
I thought I'd live the same way, hiding from the world without knowing about the world, without seeing people for years, without even attending the wedding of my assistant...
