//Once something that might have sparked a self some time ago is now a husk in blue sitting
at the bottom of a ditch without much of a recollection, let alone a name. There's nothing much here... And yet...
//Some rube goldberg machine of hate must have occured, as this hitchhiker woke up in the wrong body with such little fanfare he thought he was back in bed...
But this's the farthest he's gotten from a good rest.
A cleaner's job isn't pretty, but it's a perfect fit for the right people. Yet, of course, what should've been a normal waterline check ends up with a mumbling corpse.
Well, it's been a slow work week... Why not dig into this mess?
