If he had hair on the back of his neck it would be standing on end right now. He always tenses up when IT arrives. It’s a good thing IT is on his side. The thought flowed and continued to echo through his mind until the horrid beast slithered away. IT’s gift had been left for him. A small piece of paper lay gently on the ground. The next victim in a long list of victims. Kneeling down to pick it up he noticed a little halfling scurry from one room to another out of the corner of his eye. He always wondered if the next name on the paper would be that of someone around him. He was one of the memory eaters and one of the best if you were to ask him. The hardest part of a memory eater’s job is searching for the victims. That’s where Kale came in. He could always find anyone. In fact whenever he would go to see Kale the only thing he would ask is “Name?” Simple question for a simple dealing. A spark flashed in his mind as he started to remember a time when he was filling a coffee cup while Harolde was dealing with Alya over some issue with Kale. His hands were wrong though and it struck him as odd for a moment.

“This isn’t my memory.” he thought, “This was hers. This was Tabitha’s memory. My Last victim.”

Sometimes the memories of victims blended with his own. It came with the job though and soon it would pass. As the memory faded it was replaced with that of her screaming as he plucked the memory from her head. A sigh of relief came over him as he knew that this memory was really his. The sensation could only be described as some sort of mental burp. He shook it off and unraveled the paper gift he had received. The excitement always got his blood pumping. His mind screamed as the only words on the paper were that of his own name.

If you were to ask the halfling that day as to what he had seen he would have most likely described it as one of the most horrible sights he had ever seen. His wording would be quick and very descriptive. Filled with horrid flashes of creatures big and small. Memory eaters from all over grasping and feasting on one of their own. He would tell of all of the blood and gore. That is if he had not actually witnessed this event for now that he has his name was next on the list. His screams were the next to fill the halls. His memory will live on somewhere in someones stomach.