Breath of Anon

I was an unsuitable existence in this world. Chopstick-like limbs, incomprehensible language, slow responses. I couldn't understand anything, not that I had crossed over to another world, nor that I had to live in a new world. Not until I met 'him,' who appeared before me as I continued my miserable life. *EXCERPT* I met the eyes of the man who got off the carriage. As if an irresistible command had been issued, he approached me with particular clarity and vividness. The man was scanning me as if choosing an object to place in a display case. "Name?" He asked me. I belatedly moved my lips to answer, but he cut me off as if he didn't need to know. "Come to think of it, I don't think I ...