Wren;ଓ

Pleasant . Naive . Geniune

"We do not remember days, we remember moments." Although, I still can't shake the feeling of who I really am and my purpose. That is if I even had one.

Wren, if that is her real name, fell into this unfamilar world that was surrounded by freaky character's such as skeletons and ghouls. Even though it frightened her she realized a weird trend. No one showed their true face. Everyone was either in masks or just had plain objects or skulls for a head and face. Searching for answers to this decrepit world, she runs into a person in a dark cloak. "Where am I? What's going on?" Wren asked. In strainy and damp voice of the unknown, they spoke, "Why my dear, you're in the underworld. You are dead."