[OOC: The premise of this game is to correctly identify the character portrayed in each section of writing. A short narrative or story, preferably at least 100 words in length, is provided, written such as to not expose the identity of the character; first person works well. Original writing is preferred, and it is strongly recommended that such narratives provide a show-not-tell method of storytelling so as not to make choices too obvious. Characters can be from any literature source, including novels, comics, fan fiction, and past roleplays and stories from the ICRP community. It is preferred that the writer not choose a character he has written about directly; for example, I would seek to refrain from writing a piece about Joshua Tremir, as I've written about him already for The Dance of Blood.

Players may guess at the character's identity. The originator of the submitted narrative comments as to each guess's validity. The first person to guess correctly on a given narrative may write the next one, though if the delay becomes unreasonable, it becomes first-come first-served.

I'll start us off.]

I am on the run.

The events of the last few days spin through my mind. What puzzles me still is the method by which Magnus appeared. What he did was impossible.

He should have been dead. I had taken care of that long ago. No one can return from the dead and influence the world of the living.

But he did it, and I don't know how. Why, though, rings clear in my head. And I don't regret it.

I don't regret the things I did to Jennifer. I don't regret the abuse. I don't regret taking away her chance for education, her property, her salary, her home.

I don't regret the other things I did. I don't regret throwing boys out the window, locking misbehaving children in the old closet, padding that closet with nails and broken glass. I don't regret denying that silly girl a chance to move up a grade level. Children are all the same - none of them deserve to exist, and certainly none of them deserve my respect.

The only thing I regret is that Magnus came back from the grave to bother me. I should have made sure he was good and dead before moving on with my life.

And because of him, I am on the run.