to. Over the years, the weight of this pain born out of this lack of interest amplified and drove me crazy. The fact that the police didn’t find the body makes sense. Did they wonder even once” what if the person who got his hand cut off was still alive?” No, they didn’t. They’d never think about me; that old creepy janitor who struggles to be noticed. 22
Today? I’m still unknown, just the way it was before. Only kids seem to recognize me. I have become some kind of myth, just like bloody Mary or the Loch Ness monster. They call me “The old man with the missing hand”. Eva & Marie
The Indignant “Today is a big day! The rebirth is near,” shouted Starck, the humans leader. “Are you with me?” The indignant answered together while they put their fist up.