Anders' pov-
Sometimes I question that I came from Sweden. Sometimes I even question that I'm human. Sometimes I question others thoughts when I red them. Sometimes... it takes a lot to know who you are... it might even take decades. It's okay though. I have all the time in the world. I'm already dead. Swedish people back in the 1400's were evil suns of bitches. We'd murder who we'd like and never get caught. I... was one of em. I loved murdering back then... but then the king of France found me murdering a towns member. So... I was sent personally to the kings death list. I... was first. It has been over 600 years since I was still alive. And I haunt anyone who mentions my name. Anderel. Or as most people put it now... AndersZEL. Yes... for the first time in over 600 tears I have a form. A Swedish who mentioned my name. I'm happy. Now... I'm in a group called Mindcrack. And now that I'm finally in peace... I hope that they'll never find out who I used to be.. Swedish? Or not? Swedish? Mmm. So hard to choose. I know. I am Swedish!
