Future Jump King

I can’t think of how things could get any worse. On the bright side… I’ve discovered that I’m not afraid of heights. Of any kind. It’s actually a bit unnerving how calm I am about the fact that I’m likely thousands of feet above the city wandering around crumbling ruins and trying not to fall to my death. But that’s not what I need to write about right now. The way my hand remains steady as I recall the events leading up to this have me fearing that this is becoming normal to me. Am I to just try my hardest to escape these accursed creatures of the light? I’m letting myself be too distracted by my emotions. It all started as I was roaming the streets of Vigrid. I had abused my power of persuasion to… convince some kind people to allow me to use their showers and washing machines so I was at least clean. But just because I kept up with my hygiene, didn’t mean I was safe from these… (I hate to call them this) angels that were after me. My brief respite seemed to only be so they could...