Rummaging through someone else's head, in a jumble of memories and experiences, is a boring task. You have seen the bright colors of feelings so many times that now they have all turned from saturated to monochrome. There is only one thing left — to steal these echoes of the past from the heads of other people in order to saturate your own.

Stealing memories is what helps you breathe deeply and create unnoticed evil, which has a wide scale only in the heads of the victims, who, unfortunately, after your skillful manipulations over them, do not remember anything. This is just as pathetic as it is indifferent to you.

There are also memory keepers, one of which has become a hindrance for you now. An ephemeral something flickers in the corners of a half-lit room, and your eye barely has time to notice a girl, here and there appearing out of nowhere, trying to either destroy you, like thin crystals of memory, or in the same way as you, to be imbued with strength and thoughts.

“Existence by killing the spiritual shell of ordinary people is the occupation of the worthless.” — a woman’s voice sounds monotonously, slightly soothingly, behind you. Your victim lies on the floor, wincing unconsciously. The poor thing will wake up in a few hours without a single clue about who she is or where she comes from, and all because you again decided the fate of an innocent person.

You turned around, facing her. The burden of such a grave offense could not fall on the keeper of memory from the Garden of Memories. However, her violet-yellow eyes seemed to look right through you, searching for the slightest hint of guilt. Not finding this, the guardian thought: would it be fair for a stranger to deprive you of your own self, just as you have done with so many others?

“Such a hunting instinct... is it worth you fighting for existence?”