P R O L O G U E
It never ceases to amaze me how little one knows about their next door neighbour; or how much one truly knows about their closest friends and family; or how one knows nothing about themselves.
The Human Race never seems to learn from the centuries of mistakes they've made. They think too much, and feel too little. They pity the situations of others, but never offer a penny because they're drowning in their own pool of greed and arrogance. They portray themselves as humans, but have no more humanity left within them.
Stupid, arrogant creatures, I was told. Nothing more than rubble on the floor.
However, the night my first solo-mission, Mission Earth 4893 took place, I was so stupidly spotted. Even though she was nothing but a little girl, I saw the glint in her eyes as she looked at me—it was as if she recognised me.
I knew I couldn't let her know me. They would surely find out.
So I followed her wherever she went—when she slept, when she ate, when she cried. And I did it for ten years.
