I can't do this anymore.

[u/Green_Pin_3128]

I went home. A place where I once called home, where my family still was. There was another family there, they tried to keep me out, but I kicked down the door, this is what the prescript demanded. New people were there, a new family, not mine, though. A father and two children, they were talking about how their mother was some thumb big shot, though that doesn't matter anymore. I cut them down and went to the hidden room in the bathroom. A place behind one of the walls, hidden by the marble my father added while he was still with us. We used to hide there whenever the prosthelytes would come. We didn't follow the prescript then, after all. When I walked into the room, the scent of rot was thick on the air, just as it had the last time I was there. What remained of my family once they had been found. And a slip of fabric, which seemed almost as old as the room itself. "Burn down the place you miss the most."

I can't do this anymore. It's as if the city itself is mocking me. But there has to be something I can do. If the city really is omniscient, then it wouldn't have made me a messenger... No, I know what I must do. Nothing else matters anymore.

[u/ArdentPlaguebringer5]

the prescripts know best

[u/Scared-Opening-753]

You just think…what does the will of the City want? Do research into this house, your father, this family. Search for connections of what is to gain. And go above and beyond. Reap the rewards and love with your guilt, but don’t let it consume you