He was not like the other residents of the town. He sensed this, and so did they. They would point, and stare as he traversed the streets. Within the protection of heavily built crowds, people would mutter, spread rumours. He ignored them, after all, what else could he do?

His arrival remained an alpha point in his life that refused all hypothesis. He had no recollection of how he came to be in the town. He had the feeling that the other’s knew. The fact that he himself was the only one that had no idea who he was angered him greatly.

He stared into the mirror, and examined his sharp, defined features. As far as he could tell, he looked perfectly normal. Yet, underneath the exterior, he felt something strangely artificial. Something which seemed to stare back at him, it was right under his nose, yet it managed to evade him completely. He went through the same routine every morning, but he couldn’t waste time musing, he was no existentialist.