@soulsbetrayed
The library has a new guest.
'Gorou' stood slack-jawed and unnerved at the door that had appeared before him, the signed invitation in his right hand almost crumpled from his fingers clenching in defense. He looked around the rundown hovel that he called his office, half-expecting that some Fixer or rival Syndicate had set this whole thing up and were just toying to get a reaction of him before they...
He paused, chuckling at his own thoughts. No matter how many thousands of times he's died and come back as someone else, the fear of death never quite seemed to go away. He shook his head and looked at his hands held out in front of him.
"Nothing ventured in this town... What's another 18 years thrown away again, anyway?"
He laughed, a bit louder at his disregard for his own life. He really should be used to it, shouldn't he? Whatever did make it so difficult for him to take risks, for him to do anything different? For him to stop clinging to the past?
He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the door's knob. He knew exactly why, even if he wanted to deny it. Maybe it was the gods, maybe it was karma, but every time he came back, it was always with that face. The face that wouldn't let him forget how he got in this cyclical mess to begin with...
There's hesitation before he touches the door again, soon gritting his teeth in the resentment of his own visage. His hand grabs hold of the door's knob with a choking grip, and he steps into the library to answer his invitation.
