[center]For the first few minutes following the landing, the boy wanted to ask himself the same, generic barrage of questions.

[i]"Where am I? Who am I? Where did I come from?"[/i]

His name was Corvo -- at least, it was in this form -- and he came from the beyond. Landings in his human form were always quite brain scrabbling and sometimes even painful. Given, he got over the pain quickly. And the confusion. With that, the raven-haired boy stood up and took in his surroundings. Somewhere he had not been before, that had called to him. It was odd, almost as odd as the red notebook and H.P Lovecraft novel in his left hand, but hey, he wasn't about to starting asking questions.

Maybe if he walked around, he could go without bumping into someone. Maybe, just maybe, he could remember why exactly he had landed here and what purpose this "place" would serve him.[/center]