Searcher had abandoned his search for meaning in the decaying cityscape, a world that thrived on excess and destruction. He became what he once feared--a drifter, who believed in nothing. His emotions were dulled,his purpose non-existent. He no longer asked why, he'd accepted that life was a virus and he now moved through it without resistance.
Searcher had climbed the ranks in a corrupt system, no longer a lost wanderer. He had found a niche as a philosopher for hire, writing speeches and manifestos for men who sold illusions. His words shaped the...