Congratulations, you're persistent, or you have nothing better to do. If you're reading this, you probobly did me in. Or by some miracle, you got this off my while I am still alive. Let me board you with some background about myself. When I was old enough to have retaining memories, I realized I was growing up on the streets, an orphan, with no real person to guide me. I was bearly making It alone and all the work I'd manage to do by myself for other people bearly got me any food to go by but probobly like you, I was persistent enough to keep trying. Damn, kids are annoying, aren't we? I managed, so far, my whole life alone. Then I struck against misfortune. I found a blood red scarf. Of course I took it but as soon as I was alone, whatever followed me, maybe nothing was there, maybe it was the alone already magical, but whatever it was, attached to me. I spent months with it now, mostly trying to tear it off to no avail. It just wants to stay on me. I'd almost hate it if it weren't so. . . Blood red and fluffy. Is that something weird to like about a strip of cloth? Can it understand me? I'll try it out as a rope and what not later, but I needed a stroke of luck.